They Are The Legend
They are the legend that haunts buckaroo's dreams.
They are the visions that on plain deserts are seen.
They are the laughter dancing on the range wind.
Their eyes are drawn to God, for they know they've sinned.
Running lonesome you may see them.
Though lonesome they haven't always been.
It is their legend that little girls hear.
It is they whom those little girls work to be near.
It is their saddened hearts that draw teardrops from the sky.
Their mommas and daddies taught them never to lie.
Their symphony that they've sung through years past.
It's something that forever will last.
They are the dancing braids,
the untamed manes that fly over horses' backs.
You can see the humble wisdom and the wittiness in the way that each of their kind acts.
They have learned the buckaroo's way from their daddies.
They can pitch a rope and throw a saddle as good as the old time waddies.
They are hell bent for leather in the shadow and forbearing example of Bertha, Mabel, Vivian and Hazel.
They will be found on the backs of horses for as long as they are able.
They are the vaquero's progeny.
They are the heirs to a throne sought after by many.
In character they are infamously fearless and something to be feared of.
Their kind as queens of the desert and horses they've been dubbed.
They are the fierce, sharp yet kind hearted gasp that lets out its breathe unto the earth.
God fashioned them this way from birth.
So rest easy my dear darlings because this life hasn't yet died.
They won't lay down their guns until they've bled, sweat and won with pride.
They are fearfully and wonderfully made,
and they will thrive throughout their days.
They are the legend that haunts buckaroo's dreams.
They are the visions that on plain deserts are seen.
They are something most treasured to the world.
They are simply and elegantly named; Buckaroogirls.
~Gussie Keetch
~Gussie Keetch
xoxo Gussie
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