Tuesday, April 21, 2015


April PAD Day 20, 2015

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “My (blank), the (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. 


Texas born, New Mexico sworn
Tall, thin, hardened and rough
Dad was no greenhorn
the land made him tough

Land of enchantment, dry and arid
it was in his blood
for the need he was girded
for the taste he thirsted

high in the saddle 
leather chaps he wore
his horse was agile
a cowboy's horse and more

the work was hard and mean
long, grueling hours in the sun
made him brown and lean
his life his own, owed to none

he loved the plains and canyons
the sunsets of fire
he hated the cattle barons
with their fences of barbwire

he liked to sleep under the stars
by a campfire he cooked
his body bore the scars
of the many dangers he brooked

A cowboy hard and keen
a life lived in the land he cherished
where the sand and cactus teemed
and the free and wild flourished

J Kuykendall

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