SNAKEY OLD ROAN

I roped up the black, he was the best of the group
Jim slowly walked the herd looking for a good one.
I wondered at his judgment as he tossed his loop
Jim had dropped his loop on the snaky old roan.

That roan would buck if a strong wind had blowed,
but I reckon that old Jim could handle any horse alive.
In fifteen years together, I had never seen him throwed,
but I guess there could always be a first time, of course.

We mounted up and slowly started up the mountain side.
Up to the high range where we keep the cattle in the summer.
The grass was good, but there were a lot of places to hide.
As we rode and talked and joked, old Jim rolled a smoke.

He struck a match, the Roan took off at a run right over a cliff,
we found Jim still on the Roan in a tree about ten foot down.
We thought he was dead, he pulled the smoke from his mouth.
"Got a match, the wind seemed to have blowed mine out," he said with a frown.

---RJ
Inspired by a Charley Russell Picture

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Very nice!
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A truly surreal Wild West you paint my friend :)
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thank you