Bridget’s Mustang

27 Apr

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Mustang Signed

Horse trader come down the draw
in a boil of red-powder dust.
I saw he had three stallions,
and own that one, I must.

“I’ll take the paint;” I say,
it looks like he’s got soul.
The mare’s in the corral.
Next year we’ll have a foal.

“You keep an eye on him.” the trader says.
“He’s mustang through and through,
a wild one from the range.
Foal next year? Maybe two.

You need to jaw around these parts.
It’s all that makes life fun.
“You’ve got fine boys and pups,” he said.
The trader wasn’t done.

“My little `un,” says I, “he’s four.”
My boys are twins—them two
I can’t keep clean clothes on them,
Nor even one will wear a shoe.

4 Responses to “Bridget’s Mustang”

  1. Author Tamie Dearen April 28, 2015 at 4:24 pm #

    Cute poem! 😀

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  2. dianequicksilvernovels April 27, 2015 at 1:17 pm #

    It’s fun to see a beautiful picture along with a poem. I’m not good at poetry, so I applaud your talent.

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  3. writtencommunications April 27, 2015 at 11:41 am #

    Nice structure and story, but I feel there’s more to this tale to come.

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  4. elysesalpeter April 27, 2015 at 10:45 am #

    I wish I could do poetry – it’s a skill that eludes me. Nice job!

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