Poem - Volume At The Rodeo by Raven Mcgraw

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Raven Mcgraw

Short Stories

- The Riverlight

Poems

- All Good Turning Wind
- Time Is Waiting In The Water
- Poets Colorful Goodnight Children
- Add To Me Along The Road
- Through The Town Of Mirrors: A Search For A Cowboys Last Rights
- Our Promenade Into The Garden
- Raven Medicine
- The Sound Of Our Perfect Color
- Random Whole
- Volume At The Rodeo
- Automatic Flowers
- A Seed From Rhythmless Me

Volume At The Rodeo
by Raven Mcgraw

Join hands as we struggle now
To seek forgiveness in this cowpoke town
Everyone wants to be noticed all want to be praised
So gather round and I'll tell you about the rodeo.....

I'll let my sister tell it she was there to trade
Her tired clothes worn cold and frigid with filth
Her movements exaggerated
To enhance the days injuries in meaning

Tonight all my friends are in the stands
Frowning at the lack of sobriety in the pit
The forgetful clowns are drugged and hurried away
To round up the deaf calves that were born dead just a day too late

The volume descends upon us with danger
A bulls triumphant groan is slandered
all is never quiet when together
because we're not alone
When we are watching victory
on a playing field where the spectators have been instructed to ridicule
always trying to connect and keep on giving
a response that even leads to mirth
is better than a quiet refrain
after a coward leaves from a play
no one will want to cheer for him
so be brave

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