image borrowed from the wild west news
THE RAWHIDE RIDER
“Round them up & head them out!”--Gil Favor, trail boss.
Today, for some reason, I’ve got Westerns on my mind--
that would be Westerns of every kind;
pulps, novels, paperbacks, audio books, movies & TV,
dipping deep into all the Cowboy nostalgia I can find.
Why the fascination--what’s the key?
Why the genuflection--why bend a knee?
Maybe because I look good riding a horse.
Maybe because I imagine I’m part Apache.
I pine for the Hollywood West, of course--
rejecting actual history without remorse;
imagining wearing two silver Colts, joining the cast,
perpetuating the myth, serving the source.
Daydreams or buckskin hallucinations--just living in the past,
there in the red dust of Monument Valley so vast.
Please don’t shake me too hard, or wake me too fast,for when it comes to devouring dreams, let me be last.
Posted over on dVerse Poets MTB
Where Gay has us writing to the rhyme scheme of AABA, BBCB, CCDC, DDDD.
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