I watched him
Lean against a post.
I heard him lie
Brag and boast.
He chews toothpicks
And smokes see-gars.
Says he rides horses
Not cars.
He wears shirts
With pearl snaps.
Follows the stars
And not maps.
He stands tall
And walks straight
But he’s just
Catfish bait.
He’s all hat
And no cattle
All chaps
And no saddle.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
All Hat
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Tuesday, January 06, 2015
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2 comments:
HA! Clever poem. Wonderful rhyme. As a metaphor, it fits many people I know.
Interesting that you just ordered that book by Forrest Carter. My favorite by him is called The Education of Little Tree, which is not exactly in your genre, but a fantastic story.
Sadly, Forrest Carter (AKA Asa Carter) was a very bad man in may ways. Racist, hateful, may have even been directly involved with murder. But it difficult to see how someone who wrote Little Tree couldn't have had some kind of conversion at the end of his life. It is a tender story. I dare you not to cry at the end.
I'd love to read what you have on the start of your novel. Reach me at timtokeefe@aol.com
HA! Clever poem. Wonderful rhyme. As a metaphor, it fits many people I know.
Interesting that you just ordered that book by Forrest Carter. My favorite by him is called The Education of Little Tree, which is not exactly in your genre, but a fantastic story.
Sadly, Forrest Carter (AKA Asa Carter) was a very bad man in may ways. Racist, hateful, may have even been directly involved with murder. But it difficult to see how someone who wrote Little Tree couldn't have had some kind of conversion at the end of his life. It is a tender story. I dare you not to cry at the end.
I'd love to read what you have on the start of your novel. Reach me at timtokeefe@aol.com
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