I like to 'sing' this modern country and western ballad and remind myself of a life after lockdown. Please join in!
Looking down at the prairie floor,
Like me the herd is restless,
Let me stampede to your door.
The hired hands want feeding,
We line up for more,
But my hungry heart is bleeding,
Let me stampede to your door.
I think of you night and day
While the doggies chew the straw,
From you I'll never stray,
Let me stampede to your door.
Today I'm riding wrangler,
What a choking chore,
The dust is a strangler,
Let me stampede to your door.
I'm driving south in happiness,
No longer a cowboy poor,
I'll soon be in your sweet caress,
For I'm nearly at your door!
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2021-01-26 at 22:08
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The Drive
I'm driving north in wilderness,Looking down at the prairie floor,
Like me the herd is restless,
Let me stampede to your door.
The hired hands want feeding,
We line up for more,
But my hungry heart is bleeding,
Let me stampede to your door.
I think of you night and day
While the doggies chew the straw,
From you I'll never stray,
Let me stampede to your door.
Today I'm riding wrangler,
What a choking chore,
The dust is a strangler,
Let me stampede to your door.
I'm driving south in happiness,
No longer a cowboy poor,
I'll soon be in your sweet caress,
For I'm nearly at your door!
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
Read 221 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2021-01-26 at 22:08
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