Sunday, February 10, 2013

Elko the Eighth

Thundering herds of the handsomest wranglers
   The prettiest shirts, the flashiest duds
      The tallest boots and the shiniest silver

Swirling and twirling and winking at me

I’ve lived for a week on nothing but talking
   Coffee and whiskey and dancing good-looking

Canadian cowboys and bold buckaroos
   And high plains waddies with flashing buckles
      And southwestern punchers and mountain twisters
         And more of those sweet-talking, two-stepping fools

All laughing and singing and dancing and milling
   Around in the thundering herd

That’s…held by the lure of the poetic word
   The guitar pickers, the old song singers
      And the soul mates gathered

In one Amazingly