Fightin' Flys

[Big Muddy rancher]

The weather's hot in July
The poor horses are fightin' fly
On up the highest hill then run
Standin' with no shade in the sun
Head to tail standin' in pairs
If a horse could talk he'd surely swear
Just when is seems no relief's in sight
It starts to cool off here comes night
Listen you think you can hear them shout
Oh no those pesky mosquito's are out.

Michael E. Burgess

 

[leanin' H]

It rhymes and most of the wurds are spelled right! :lol: I liked it BMR. When we gonna start touring around making big bucks telling poetry to folks? :wink:

 

[gcreekrch]

Baling today were we?

 

[burnt]

That's about how it is. Good job!

So you must have been out swattin flies and had no time to post here lately?

 

[Big Muddy rancher]

It rhymes and most of the wurds are spelled right! :lol: I liked it BMR. When we gonna start touring around making big bucks telling poetry to folks? :wink:

Your on your own as far as the Cowboy poetry tour I've been there done that.

Seems Baxter Black was the only one that they wanted to pay. :lol: :lol: