Poetry / Round 'em Up , move 'em out

Mountain lions been run off
one took a bit of lead

Buck looked around
satisfied,
now
cowboys git to bed

hotel bed with fancy linens
the bedroll sure is not

no dance hall girls , whiskey jugs
or bathwater that is hot

ain’t much on soft or easy livin,
when ridin’ herd with Buck

the work is plenty, the pay is not
it helps to have some luck

shining hot like brandin’ irons  
stars would own the sky

way off in the distance
coyotes start to cry

cook’s up first , start’s making grub
cowboys up real soon

round ‘em up move ‘em out
Buck wants 100 miles ‘afore noon

©SMRB

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August 23, 2008

PenelopeMV

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58	F	Vacaville, CA	November 15

PenelopeMV reviewed Version 1 - Read 100% of the Item

This feels unfinished although it offers the cowboy poetry I have a soft heart for. Something needs to happen between Buck and the mountain lion. Or am I wishing?

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August 24, 2008

by SMRB

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49	M	Atascadero, CA	November 22

This is the second part of a series of Buck McCoy poems and it picks up where the first one left off.The first one is called Buck McCoy.And It is posted here on Urbis.

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