To: Trikebuilder
Thank You Triker, you being one amoung the talented.
1,027 posted on
11/14/2003 11:49:08 AM PST by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry is the flair.)
To: bentfeather
Another for you Lady Feather
What The Cowboy Saw
The old cowboy saddled up and headed into town,
to see what life was like where the clock never did run down.
Glaring light and overpriced beer, and folks who didnt seem to care,
and others who werent exactly all there, made the place seem a Nutters fair.
Fast food so bad coyotes would let it be, and start gnawn on a tree,
and traffic flowing like a raging river, full of fools as their victims flee.
Noise enough to shatter stone and something called music that soured the ear,
it left one deef and a bit confused, and just this side of mindless fear.
Women dressing like hookers on parade, suing for looking at the goods,
men whod gotn touch with their feminine side, shouldve been wearing hoods!
Youngster in pants falling down, and caps on wrong to spite their faces,
made the old cowboy wonder mighty about the future of all races.
Word were everywhere and most were obscene as they could be,
it made one wonder if common sense and intelligence did flee!
Dog crap on sidewalks and folks in the gutter and nobody caren,
if this was the good life, thanks for not sharen!
He saddled back up and headed for friendlier places,
where beer was cost less, and the people had familiar faces.
Never again to Gomorra to go, enough is enough and then some you know,
slow down and live, see the world going by, enjoy the short life, say whoa!
1,028 posted on
11/14/2003 8:49:12 PM PST by
Trikebuilder
(We know the path they walk, and pray each step for them, till home they come to us.)
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