Leather-tied, he halts
He halts to the ground
He is with no wagon
Not puzzled by the barks
He’s no stranger here
To day-wrapper tales
That scared the daylight
They did a trick, though;
Loose life looked better
And the legendary
Horse-shoe rebound …
Surprised, we would bow
To the white “cowboy”
Race Course was the joint
Green and grassy like lawn
And as huge as sky
After school we would wait
To watch the racing beasts
Strong and fast as raging
Currents of water in a river
The horseman was the legend
The horse was the stunt
It chanted in political rallies
Danced with the black
Merchant’s daughter
And horse-played in
The rider’s grandpa birthday
We loved it, not of amusement
But of love of amusement
Our homage was untrue
Because we were barefoot
And the horse hooves were shoed
We were small and humble
But the horseman had a
Heavy holster on his backside
And pieces of lead
In his stirrup boots
Not to mention the fortress
At the heart of the mighty
Ranch.
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