lightning illuminates
hat pulled low he spurs his horse
and rides down to my valley
water for the mount of roan
a blanket for the cold
the cowboy spins his story
I listen as it unfolds
enraptured and transfixed
I am captured by every word
before the night is over
the edge of reason blurred
dawn reaches out its nice warm rays
through heavy breaking clouds
and while I'm laying there asleep
you ride out at sunrise
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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