No Horse
 
Feeling the pain in his side, Brownie knew
before the next dawn, he had waiting to do.
 
Thinking of others who'd had it much worse
didn't keep him from giving his pain a curse.
 
Gettin' thrown wasn't a new thing
but how he'd landed caused a bad sting.
 
Making him gaze at the sky, as he lay
wishing to go back and start a new day.
 
Standing was something he'd do later on
now, it seemed, it wouldn't be fun.
 
Figuring now how long it would be
for his horse to get back, where someone could see
 
that this hand was missing and needed help.
His thoughts were broken by a coyotes yelp.
 
Then he saw light on the horizon, like a train
but he knew no tracks lay close on this plain.
 
The noise of a vehicle made the light clear
someone driving a four wheeler near.
 
Time to go home and get on the mend
so this night of pain can come to an end
©Steve Dirksen