posted on Sep, 22 2015 @ 03:01 AM
Hey there guys and gals. It's been a while since I've posted anything here on ATS, but I'm still here... lurking.
In appreciation for all that ATS is, and all of you here that make it so, here is one of my latest poems for your enjoyment.
This poem is not by any means pleasant, but if you enjoy poetry, this should be for you... Now, without further adieu...
By yours truly
Sunlight flickering through swaying branches,
A Marlboro clenched in pursing lips.
A cowboy sat, so far from his ranches,
Stirrups on, and belt laden with whips.
With the tools of the trade,
Yet with no horse to ride.
A bad deal he had made,
took the mare from his side.
He carried on forward, his blue eyes set on home.
Feeling like a coward, left on the streets to roam.
Would he make it home, or would he not.
He walked till his boots began to rot.
No closer to home now than when he began,
He took inwardly a vow, to be a better man.
He didn't quite make it, dying two miles from town.
His thirst long not quenched, and his body long worn down.
He was buried out back of where he was born.
Making it home so his family could mourn.
Near the end he'd known he was gone,
But still he dragged his bare feet on.
Thinking of those whom he had left behind.
No longer his best interests in mind.