My Take
DiVoran Lites
Photography by Melody Hendrix
Trader come down the draw,
Truck, trailer, red cloud dust.
I saw he had a filly,
And own her, that I must.
“I’ll take that paint;” I say,
“It looks like she’s got soul.
I’ll get a stallion in,
Next year we’ll have a foal.”
“You keep an eye on her,
“She’s mustang through and through,
A wild one from the range.
Foal next year? Maybe two.
“You call me ‘bout that horse,”
The trader wasn’t done.
You need to talk ‘round here.
It’s all that makes life fun.
Old Things R New 