Tale by “Pony Tail” Concho John Townsend

Tale by “Pony Tail”

by John Townsend & Cactus Jack McCarty

 

I took the windmill back to England,

the “Nara Visa” flied.

My neighbors thought me crazy,

but it makes me think of Clyde.

 

We do a Wild West show cross’d o’erĀ­

Import the cowboy style;

Riding, roping, ponies loping,

to raise a British smile.

 

To bring an understanding light

into a British face,

and with a proper sort of myth,

explain the Cowboy Race.

 

The Cowboy wasn’t born on screen,

with blazing guns in hand,

but common men with horse and beef

to feed a hungry land.

 

The Cowboy Breed is different,

no ordinary man;

his gut is filled with gravel while

his blood is thick with sand.

 

It’s when they’re in adversity,

that’s when they’re at their best;

when overcoming obstacles

beyond most human test.

 

I took the windmill back to England,

the “Nara Visa” flied.

My neighbors thought me crazy, but

It makes me think of Clyde.

Rhythm scheme (Meter): 1. -/-/-/-/- 2. -/-/-/ 3. -/-/-/-/ 4. -/-/-/

 

 

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.