Back West

Back West

A Poem by Alexander Fox
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Some people may think it bad form to compare a girl to a horse. But I think the analogy fits well here.

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Well I'll write a song bout my side of things,
I'll find some chords, maybe even sing
about this pain your dragging me through,
your a wild mustang with someone new,
a new broken cowboy riding you,
and we both can tell I'm dieing out,
but my lungs found air so I'm gonna shout,
and climb that line as I'm flung about.
Your new rider knows this can't be fun,
but he likes the saddle to much to run,
and I'm feeling pain, but I love you hun.
So Ima climb that line from dusk till dawn,
or till they lay me out under the cold lawn,
and I'll push that rider off your back,
and I'll make of a saddle a potato sack,
what he had in luck, in love he'll lack,
and that's when I'll be back again,
to give you love my gorgeous friend,
then ride away, into the sunset.

© 2010 Alexander Fox


Author's Note

Alexander Fox
Odd rhythm, but I like it. Thinking about changing the end....doesnt seem grand enough. And the idea that i was being dragged around by a horse was easily apparent, right?

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Aw jeez so many inappropriate images arose while reading this! Ack. But some parts did make me chuckle. Okay so...no it was not clear to me that you were being dragged, I pictured running after. But I guess that's what you meant by climbing the line? And another thing...the saddle and potato sack part didn't make sense. It kind of sounds like you're going to toss her over your shoulder and run for it. But maybe that's what you meant to say? You could end it with the second to last line, that seemed grand.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Alexander Fox
Alexander Fox

Murrieta, CA



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