cow pollinater
Well-known member
I left myself
somewhere along the way
only now
do I see the need
for fast horses
to chase boyhood dreams
somewhere along the way
only now
do I see the need
for fast horses
to chase boyhood dreams
Nesikep":ox3mqjcm said:He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand his eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tan his toes were pointed inward from a-hangin' on a horse he was an old philosopher, of
He was so thin i swear you could have used him for a whip he had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips i knew i had to ask him about the mysteries of life he spit between his boots and he replied
"it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money"
He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains he said, "it don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain. peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity, and buffalo chips is all it means to me."
I told him i was a poet, i was lookin' for the truth i do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot i said i was a writer, my soul was all on fire he looked at me an' he said, "you are a liar."
"it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money"
Well, i was disillusioned, if i say the least i grabbed him by the collar and i jerked him to his feet there was something cold and shiny layin' by my head so i started to believe the things he said
Well, my poet days are over and I'm back to being me as i enjoy the peace and comfort of reality if my boy ever asks me what it is that i have learned i think that i will readily affirm
"it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money"
cow pollinater":2qotrudh said:I left myself
somewhere along the way
only now
do I see the need
for fast horses
to chase boyhood dreams
Thanks. Glad someone could relate to it.Ouachita":3tllp3q3 said:cow pollinater":3tllp3q3 said:I left myself
somewhere along the way
only now
do I see the need
for fast horses
to chase boyhood dreams
That was ironic timing. I can relate to that wonderment.
I enjoy reading your post like this one.
Well done.Shanghai":pc3wh1e1 said:A job in the city and a three piece suit may disguise
But he can't hide what's in his eyes
A cowboy at heart he will always be
The pressures of life keep the dreams tucked away where no one can see
But the cowboy will once again be free
Stepping in the stirrup with an old creaking knee
Cold early morning feeling frisky as a yearling stud colt
Breaking in two as you get a holt
Blowing a stirrup but still spurring and raking
High wide and handsome is what their saying
Balin' Wire":112qgetx said:Tom. T. Hall was a real story teller.