His name is Henry James
Hank to his friends and such
He does his job well
With the quickest touch.
He lines them up fast and secures them just so
First one then another
till it’s their time to go.
He’s knows their strength and what they can do
knows the build-up is the best
but if it wasn’t for him,
They could forget all the rest.
The crowd settles down
just waiting to see
a nod from a head
And Hank sets them free.
He scrambles up high so not in the way
The crowd goes wild
hoping the cowboy makes his pay.
Hank waits for the dust and the muck to clear
The bull squares off, full of spit and steam
the clowns work hard in spite of the fear.
The cowby holds tight on a prayer and some fate.
but Hank knows none of this would be
if HE didn’t open the gate!
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Posted by Linda Baie on August 3, 2011 at 2:59 am
Great story here, that kept me wondering and wondering. I like the rhyme scheme, and the next to last verse, especially that middle line.