Lost Battle Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams
Lost Battle
My horse is streaking down the plain,
and I am clinging on.
I've got to make it to the fort;
my strength is almost gone.
I've got an arrow in my back;
I've lost a lot of blood.
Those injuns took me by surprise;
they'd caked themselves with mud!
They never bothered me before;
I've always been their friend.
Perhaps they think I'm someone else,
but I have met my end.
I'll never make it; I can tell;
I can't hold on no more.
Perhaps there 'll be in my next life
more prairies to explore!
To the Fabulous Five who have left comments so far, thank you! Positive comments are my life blood.
Excellent picture! I think ol' Gus could understand where yer coming' from on this one pard...
Hey, Cowboy Ron! I’m starting to explore your poems by starting with your latest. I like this one—the mild humor, the way it rolls along without a hitch in the meter or rhyme. -Glen
Wonderful poem! Excellent rhythm and rhyme, and great story! To MyPoemList and a ten!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/29/2025 6:29:40 AM # 1.0.0
makes your reader wonder how many unknown people lie out there unburied, undiscovered, unmourned perhaps- - they lived their lives and surely left somebody behind whose life was affected by them... so enjoying reading you! !