His nose was a bulbous, gosh-awful thing!
White in winter, but pink in the spring
When color came back with sun...and some gin.
"It don't hurt me none." he'd say with a grin.
When Tex walked, you could see by the shape of his legs
That his days had been spent on horses...or kegs!
His knees wouldn't touch if you tied 'em together.
His ears were all gnarled by the wind and weather.
He'd heard we had work on the Double-Bar-B.
"I'd been workin' near Pecos since late sixty-three."
"How old are you cowboy? Sure you can still ride?"
"Eighty-three, young lady. Do I look like I died?"
We couldn't hire Tex. Couldn't turn him away,
So we told him to bunk in the barn for a stay.
He had no horse or saddle, or money.
His eyes were blood-shot; he rasped kinda' "funny".
"You okay, Tex? Can we take you to Doc?"
"Nah', thanks alot, but I'm sound as a rock!"
What can you do with an old cowboy like him?
If we keep him or cut him we're out on a limb.
We kept him, Lord help us, we must be insane,
But we couldn't send him away in the cold and rain.
We fixed Tex a room in the barn, with a bed.
"It's my castle on earth", Tex once had said.
On a November night a norther blowed in
Bringin' fresh snow and poppin' some tin.
Tex missed breakfast so we went to his bed
And found that the crusty old cowboy was dead.
He had scrawled out a note, stuffed in one boot.
"You folks have been kind to this sorry galoot.
I come to this place and was plumb out o' luck,
With no horse or saddle; down to my last buck.
But one thing I had, 'sides a runny, bad cold,
You'll find in my hat: An old nugget of gold."
A nugget? Like an egg from our settin' hen!
Be kind to old cowboys! You never know when...
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Heh, how many different things this topics this has. XD Firstly, lemme point out a typo:
"You okay, Tex? Can we take you to Doc?"
"Nah', thanks alot, but i'm sound as a rock!"
You forgot to capitalize the I there, but I didn't spot any other typos.
Ima, the poem itself! The beginning made me smile and I got a few laughs out of your rhyming and story-telling, but my favorite part was how you added a moral in the end of the poem. I like the topics you pick, I don't read much like it. A lot of the time, I feel like I'm gunna puke if I read another love poem and your balanced output is a nice change of pace. ^-^ Keep it coming!
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P.S. "Skaata" means s#it. My best friend and fellow author, Mehrina B, told me that. ^-^ Check her poems out sometime, she's really good! Oh, and "ima" is Japanese for "now."
I didn't think anyone even thought this way anymore. Much less talked like it, or looked like it, or smelled like it, or opened up their hearts to old cowboys. The highest praise I can offer is to just thank you for keeping a little bit of the American spirit alive, and reminding us of a heritage enjoyed by the entire world. This work doesn't need critique, it needs applause.
this is one of the longest poems ive seen in a while, it was so marvelous, especially the way you made the plot and the words made sense, flowed and described so much in just a short write. it was long for a poem thats for sure, i like how u made it kind of rhyme that was very cool. If you havent noticed i havent been on for a while. but i hope to see way more of your works because you are a very good writer.
Also i didnt really see any errors because you are very thorough with all of your work from what ive read in the past.
Great job
Antha
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