Wonder Pony
John Clare Stokes
Since he was but the age of two,
It was for the gals he rode the bronco.
Beyond the eight he took a few,
the springs too strong on Wonder Pony.
And he would painfully climb back on,
Waving the buckaroo hat wildly,
Another Phaeton yipping at the sun,
To the cheering of the buffalo gals.
Such was the true grit of his love,
That well into his sixties he'd mark out,
Cinch the bronc reign about the glove,
Nod to the gateman for a lot of try,
Just for a chance to dance
By the light of the moon.
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