Thunder-whisper!
(an
equestrian-girl country-song)
Kissed-awake
by yonder pink-blush dawn
Midnight-caress
seduced to daylight-gone
Fresh-fruit
delight at yon breakfast-table
Deep-breathe
fresh morn out to the stable
Leather-tack
fragrance sweetens awaiting fine-senses
Gentle-nickers
call friend-horses across yonder-fences
In
memory-mind etched black and white shadows
Thunder-whispers steeds-beat upon
emerald-meadows
Pretty-girls
on noble-horses syncopated three-stride
Rowdy
cow-boys on the prod their trucks hot-beside
Gals-ignoring
the ritual-chase absent any noted-care
Classics-teach:
“In Love & War all-manner is
fair!”
Laughing-a-tease
these maidens a-purpose gallop-fast
Stirring
an evil devil-dust on trucks torn-turf flying-past
“I
choose a noble-steed! Smelly-trucks just ain’t much!
A
faux “cowboy”-hat can’t a “cowboy”-make such!”
Strum
that guitar! Soft-drawl country-sweet rhyme! Boys!
True-Love like the wind-runs; this equine’s
my pure-joy!
Pretty-girls
on noble-horses syncopated three-stride
Rowdy
cow-boys on the prod their trucks hot-beside
Beat
y’all back to the barn! Fellas! Watch the deep-ditch!
Careful-now!
Cowboys! To a truck I might consider
a switch!
Waiting
back at the stable when 4-wheelers noisy roll-in
Horses-curried!
Tack-stored! “Where you ole-boys been?”
Now,
they’re showered and coiffured and perfumed-sweet
Horses
and trucks! Boys and girls!---finally…they-meet!?
Pretty-girls
on noble-horses syncopated three-stride
Rowdy
cow-boys on the prod their trucks hot-beside
This
“hottie’s” her own-boss! Getty-up! Thunder-whisper
horse!
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