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Poems That Tickle My Feet VII---Dusty
Dusty - Pat Gillem
Dusty was a horse I rode in Texas,while working on a ranch,
he would always try to throw me, whenever he got a chance.
He was a beautiful horse, his coat was white as snow,
the reason they called him Dusty, because in the mud he would roll.
A cowboys work is never easy, and here is what makes it tough,
is when you get kicked, or dragged, and all that kind of stuff.
One time I had a friend who said, he really wanted to try,
I told him if he got on Ole Dusty, he had better learn how to fly.
He laughed about that, like it was a joke, and jumped upon that bareback horse,
and where do you think he landed: in the Prickly Pear Cactus of course!
He yowled '' I should have listened,'' and I said, '' that was good advice,''
'' because I am the voice of experience, I have been there once or twice!''