for he is just a cowboy

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This is a 1st edit, will re-do once back home. Not a poem..not really anything- just thought.

Apologies for not getting around to reading from last week, especially those that took time out to read mine and comment. Holiday is over tomorrow (fly back home) so situation will be… almost normal. 🙂
 

 

For DVerse – The Poets Pub

Re-worked from 1st Edit.

Worn out boots kick up the dust
my flanks shiver; bridle held in
weather beaten hands, a reassuring
voice “Woah girl, good girl”
I know the human smile
my leg strikes the soil – a welcome
bridle raised, my head held high
metal bit cold, unforgiving
but there is trust- we have a bond
blanket thrown across my back takes
the chill out of my spine
whilst the glow of oil lanterns
attracts the winged night flyers
saddle placed with stirrup straps
the familiar kind old hands I feel
along my belly; cinch the girth strap
leather boot on metal, swinging
one leg over – that’s when I hear you sigh
“Head up girl” your old voice whispers
I walk on into the night
been sometime since we rode when the
sky was almost black
into the hills I forge, my hooves the
only sound we hear and I feel you on the
saddle to the rhythm of my gait
down to the Old Jones brook – I bend to take
a drink – that’s when it changes- when I
hear you fall
master – cowboy – nuzzling your
brow, smelling your hair
your last breath was doing what you loved
riding me, your old grey mare
so I stand just sniffing you for quite
the longest time, not wishing to forsake
you my cowboy… friend of mine