Cowboy and rope

The untamed and wild frontiers
of your dreams and unexplored fears
I blaze a trail of dust and hope
with just me, my horse and this trusty rope

Enemies abound
and dangers aplenty
Days and nights sound,
you can times them by twenty

I ran out of water
I ran out of soap
I ran out of tinned beans
but never out of rope

I rode and traversed
the lines of all lands
My horse I coerced
o’er boundaries of sands

I still did find nothing
There was nothing to find
When I realised with huffing
that I’d left me behind

So the ride did persist
with the horse and my rope
But none did exist
but for me and my hope.

© The Drummer Poet
Written: 13/06/2012

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