Coyotes are howling in the night
because the moon is shining bright.
My horse is munching on his hay
and everything is feeling right.
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Just remember this pilgrim: I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted, I won't be laid a hand on; I don't do these things to other people, and I require the same of them. However; a good howling at the moon, and a jug of bourbon sure does help take the hurt outta being bucked-off!
Ron, I like this poem and the unusual rhyme scheme. I recognize it as one that Frost used. Very poignant poem.
She is embossed on memory stamp, difficult to forget. Thoughtful poem.5**