Golden as Gold can Be!
Robin Fly Away
The Demise of the Old Cowboy
What Will I Miss?
Ode to Christian "Kiki" Fenot
Bobby and Me
*Let My Spirit Soar*
C'est La Vie
Les feuilles mortes
Before Destiny takes me!
The Hanging Tree
Lost in Time
The Golden Years?
Beyond The Shadows
Ode to an Old Cowboy Poet named....Jack
Come on Down!
For The Principles of the Red White and Blue
When it's All Been Said and Done
Lost Souls of Yesteryear
On theDark side of the Moon!
Cactus Jack and the Deveil's Gold
The Wind Blew
Where were you@?
How old areyou?
In the Blink of an Eye
I'll Just Keep Walking!
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It’s hotter than hell!
And there’s no water in the well.
The locus have eaten all the leaves off the mulberry trees.
It’s so hot, you could melt a barrel of Longhorn cheese.
The grasshoppers are chewing up all the cloths pins.
I’m telling you!
It’s hotter than the devil's hunt for leftover sins.
The old swimming hole is as dry as dry can be,
nothing left but one little toad, sitting under
a sun baked tree.
The hogs have run out of mud, and the cows
can’t find enough hay to chew their cud.
It so hot!
It’s melting the tare on the road
into puddles and spots.
There’s not a cloud in the sky,
all the chickens look like their
going to fall over a die.
There’s no rain in sight!
It’s going to be hotter than
h… again to night.
I think I’ll just pour me a glass of ice cube
tea and go sit down under that big shade tree,
and wait until the snow piles up around my knees.
August! Oh me! Oh my!
How I wish it would just go
Jackie R. Kays
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