Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN I WAS A COWBOY, by ARTHUR A. FLAKOLL First Line: When I was a cowboy I rode a horse that was wild as a storm Last Line: arthur a. Flakoll, aberdeen Subject(s): Childhood Memories; Cowboys; South Dakota | ||||||||
When I was a cowboy I rode a horse that was wild as a storm blown sea; My saddle was spangled with silver and gold, and all the folks stared at me; My hat, a sombrero, was studded with gems; my spurs jingled when I rode by; My chaps were Angora; my boots were red-tipped, and a green 'kerchief served for my tie. Oh, it is a very long time ago, since I rode my snorting, bay steed; It's long since I hunted the Indian and bear, and "busted" the broncs that I'd need; But I never tire of dreaming those days, nor of cowboy tales that are told; I was quite a man, and I knew it then, when I was just four years old. ARTHUR A. FLAKOLL, ABERDEEN | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PIONEERS OF SOUTH DAKOTA by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN WHAT OF BEAUTY by OLIVE CHRISTENSEN HOMETOWN by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. THE DESERT LAND by MARGARET DELANEY WESTERN HOKKU by MARGARET SLACK FUHRMAN THE BAD LANDS by JESSIE M. GILMORE BUTTES IN SOUTH DAKOTA BADLANDS by HELEN KNIGHT GOODING YOUR MART AND MINE by MABEL A. HANSON GOLDEN AUGUST IN DAKOTA by ADELINE M. JENNEY |
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