NO SECOND CHANCES
by Donna Penley The cowboy sat at the bunkhouse table and stared at the empty sheet Outside the wind whipped the trees around, and the skies were spittin’ sleet Hand poised in mid-air held a pencil stub and the oil lamp sputtered a song He’d vowed to put a thought on paper that had bothered him e’er so long The fact that he, like some folks, had tossed away good friends With the thought that something better or richer lies around life’s bend He then wrote of a girl he’d loved and left back in old Santa Fe And admitted his heart still ached for her each and every day He wrote of the good horse he’d lost on a drive, and how it had been his fault And how no other horse had ever come close to havin’ Roanie’s salt He remembered a good job he’d lost, down near Boontown Fired because of some dang foolish thing he’d done on a trip to town And of the folks and fun he’d left back home, how hee missed the old barn dances Of his mother’s love an’ her pan fried chicken -- and there aint’t no second chances This task done, he put down the pencil; the storm was beginning to lie And he vowed to himself that winter’s night, from now on he’d really try To make each day count for the best, like in those dime romances To keep his friends close, because he now knew -- THERE AIN’T NO SECOND CHANCES! Copyright Protected
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AuthorDonna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer. Archives
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