The Llano Estacado
”An Original Poem of the Range”
”An Original Poem of the Range”
Nicodemus has carried me to this far-away place without faltering, sometimes hurrying, the Indians sometimes, not always setting the pace.
A good horse like Nick can be the salvation of a rider in a desolate place like the Llano Estacado, where the Comanche holds court.
No settlements, no townsfolk, nor ranchers or cattle, no soldiers, no fort.
The plains ahead seem vast, grass belly deep to Nick, buffalo wallows spread around like huge horse apples, of directions you have one to pick
That will take you, the lone rider, to a place, someplace, anyplace, where man seems not so small.
Nicodemus and I have been on the trail forty one days, with no sightings of riders, save Indians, no fences, wondering why we came this way at all.
Then it is there, crystal clear, the answer to my musings of the past month. Though Nicodemus is not aware of my petty vexes,
He knows, as I do, that we came to the mighty Llano Estacado because it IS Texas.
Gemini Man
Copyright 2010
A good horse like Nick can be the salvation of a rider in a desolate place like the Llano Estacado, where the Comanche holds court.
No settlements, no townsfolk, nor ranchers or cattle, no soldiers, no fort.
The plains ahead seem vast, grass belly deep to Nick, buffalo wallows spread around like huge horse apples, of directions you have one to pick
That will take you, the lone rider, to a place, someplace, anyplace, where man seems not so small.
Nicodemus and I have been on the trail forty one days, with no sightings of riders, save Indians, no fences, wondering why we came this way at all.
Then it is there, crystal clear, the answer to my musings of the past month. Though Nicodemus is not aware of my petty vexes,
He knows, as I do, that we came to the mighty Llano Estacado because it IS Texas.
Gemini Man
Copyright 2010
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