Stallion in a Tiny Stall

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Stallion in a Tiny StallAll he did was putter, sweep out rain guttersand sneak his wife's Rice Krispie snackshe still felt a twinge while oiling a hingeon the bird-dog cage out backhe got a plank and a barrelone day when he felt boredand made a hee-haw see-sawfor the children next doorbut when he sat drinkin' his wife knew he was thinkin''bout that last ride in San Antonethat bull ripped his chest through his leather vestnow he felt homeless at homesometimes he fed the gatordown by the high creekbedbut that was just wastin' bullfrogson a pet he couldn't petstill, somewhere in his mem'rieshe heard the traveling cowboy's callit bucked in ev'ry daydreamlike a wild stallion in a tiny stalltime does us no favors so maybe it's saferto take it easy as we agebut in his wife's mind there's way more to timethan just turning a calender pageshe told him that useless tomorrowshad begun to make ev'ry morning wilther cowboy was dyin' of comfortjust like wildflowers on a windowsillso he signed up in Lake Charlesand freed the fear in his chestwhen that first hard fall he tookdidn't tear his gator vestshe said that not roping or ridingwould be the hardest fall of allcos she'd learned the heart of a cowboyis a wild stallion in a tiny stall(c)2006 Robert George