- On the Ground
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- The paint horse lie dead not far
from the road
- It surprised us to find it where
it had lay down
- How did it get there and die in
that spot?
- We were pretty far out from the
last little town
-
- Maybe a ranch or corral was close
by
- We couldn't see it from where the
horse lay
- Just my brother and me and a
horse
- Between a fence and the town
Salome
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- We'd been up to Prescott for the
Gathering
- Had us a wild time nippin'
Tequila
- Tellin' tall tales and listening
to others
- Saw one strange guitar playin'
fella
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- So there we were comin' out of the
hills
- On a flat piece of highway to
home
- When we stopped for a picture of
cactus
- a smell in the air led to this
poem
-
- The horse had been someone's
prize
- Had a name and a place to
feed
- Then something had led it
astray
- Where it died when it was in
need
-
- So we drank a toast to the
critter
- Whose luck had run out that
day
- Watching the sky for
movement
- That might be his spirit at
play
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