The Voice of a Cowboy

This is my 5th entry? for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where you’re given a picture prompt every week to write a short story based on it. However this time, my mind was blank and hence I gave poetry as a little stable boy a try.unnamed

With my pencil and notebook

I gaze and I look

For inspiration to come to me

Before the sunshine does flee

What could I write? I thought

While my siblings fought

The ceaseless tug of wars

And the neighing competitions to top them all.

A topic I’d now gotten in mind

Where to start, I found it hard to find

Should I pen down the times of joy?

Or just say everything & not be coy?

About all of the sleepless nights?

Or the cascading picturesque sights?

Of how my mom and dad don’t exist?

Or of yet how they’re my brothers I insist?

How they’re always here for me?

Or how much of me they see?

About the marathons and races?

Or their quick and gallant paces?

Of how I hold their serene photo?

Or am wrapped up in my warm coat, oh?

How the others call me a mere little cowboy in the stable?

Or of how they think I’m hardly able?

Poor and apparently lonely I might be

But they’ve only got to wait and see

Because words can’t bring me down

As they’re my weaponry lone.

To become a wise writer is the dream

As difficult it may seem

I can almost see it appear

Galloping, riding on my brothers, I near

A content end to my life at the stable

On to become bigger, and mighty able.

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