I like to 'sing' this modern country and western ballad and remind myself of a life after lockdown. Please join in!


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 under the Milky Way,
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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-26 at 22:08

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2021-02-08


Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for this bit of good cheer!
2021-01-28


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is great stuff! Love it! Just the ticket for a dull back side of winter during and endless pandemic.
2021-01-26