THAT HORSE
(here’s a little song that takes a different look at the horse/human relationship, one not often heard in poetry and song. & also there might be a few pontifications on the existential conundrum in which the modern-day cowperson finds him or herself. & I should apologize beforehand for some of the grammar and diction, where it is WRONG, I assure you, it is only for rhyme and emphasis)
That horse doesn’t even know who I am
That horse don’t seem to care that I’m her friend
I feed her grain, comb her mane,
Shovel her shit and what do I git
That horse don’t even care if I exist.
Three days out, and I forgot my solar phone charger
It’ll be days before I rendezvous with m’ mother
Feed her grain, comb her mane,
Wipe her bottom, life’s lessons: she taught ‘em
That crone don’t even know who I’m is.
Danged if it haint all gone gray and foggy
Caint see mountains, er sun, no sign of that stray doggie
Let ‘em eat grass, the pains in the ass,
Hunerd heifers floppin in my path
That orphan don’t even know he exists.
Glad my Daddy’s gone on up to heaven
‘fraid I’ll lose the ranch & then what’ll I believe in
under water, payments failed,
only day it rained was the day I baled
This ranch don’t seem to care who I’m is.
Laura was a girl so gol’ dern pretty
I made her mine and then she ran away to the city
Hair color: waves of grain
never see a smile like that again
Girl, I hope yer happy with what you have
Time and again I think about cashin’ it in
Goodbye to worries, goodbye to all my sins
But then I hear a chuckle from above
Mebbe all I need is a little god’s love
Guess givin’ up is somethin’ I resist
Just a little god’s love’s all I need to exist
Yes, givin’ up is somethin’ I resisit