Track Pants

the fewtch

I took off

jeans after babies.

I'm not a cowboy

anymore never

was I a roper

was I a rider

was I tall in the saddle

was I lonesome

was I lean

damned

Argentine

was I tough and sinewy

was I a bronco-buster

was I a driver

was I a buckaroo

ephemeral

impermanent

Ask mom

My jeans

I'll save

in the closet

and you'll wear them.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too, my friend. Four children and now three grandchild. Wild Johnnie is slow and easy. Maybe we can find the loco again? Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[The Twin Arenas]

Thanks for the read, amigo.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[emmajoy]

Just hope they fit, the dream does... for sure. ' .. ephemeral... impermanent..''

Guess you have to pass on something precious as is - especially what might have been ridden the good times and bad. Perhaps? This has a good rhythm to it.. tells a tale in an almost mythical way!

[Davidgeo]

Nice. I doubt a lot of people here will get the real life rodeo cowboy lingo you used but I certainly appreciate it. I've had dreams of being a bulldogger myself.