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The Ballad Of Rosie [Draft 5]

16 Apr

Chimed in dangling silver earrings, wind in a tinkling song

Accompanied her blue eyes shading the sun; her beauty unable to blind you.

Rosie sang and Rosie danced laughing and smiling on and off again.

Rosie was an outlaw riding hard and fast

In a rhythm as smooth and as beautiful as her outlaw’s name.

 

“Come ride with me”, she said, “We’re going to rob a bank!

And you are just slim enough to make it through the rain.

“Whoa” I said, thinking, “I’m not so sure. Can we meet halfway?”

Just then, the dust picked up and side by side, we both rode away.

 

 We were getting to the borderline of her way or mine,

I was hoping for a signal that could help me make up my mind.

As she spoke and as I rode, I let my horse lead me as I followed.

We clipped and clopped into a sleeping gold rush town

 And when we left with muffled hoofs

Its bank vault was hollowed, except for the coins.

 

Chimed in dangling silver earrings, wind in a tinkling song

Accompanied her blue eyes shading the sun; her beauty unable to blind you.

Rosie sang and Rosie danced laughing and smiling on and off again.

Rosie was an outlaw riding hard and fast

In a rhythm as smooth and as beautiful as her outlaw’s name.

 

We hid in the mountains, we were married, and settled down.

The wood we cut by hand, going uphill with a two-person saw

And downhill with the wood on our shoulders or dragged behind

To the house where evening and morning fires were built.

 

The mountain was melted and warmed for you.

Children were born, there was no hurry.

We loved with patience, and became upstanding;

We stayed until they were grown.

 

Oh Rosie, time to settled this world down.

Winters came and went, every summer came to bloom.

I remember the last spring when you sang quietly

And softly danced. We saddled the horses

That fall when we both rode without remorse

Silently to the moon.

Klick, click, Giddy-up.

 

Chimed in dangling silver earrings, wind in a tinkling song

Accompanied her blue eyes shading the sun; her beauty unable to blind you.

Rosie sang and Rosie danced laughing and smiling on and off again.

Rosie was an outlaw riding hard and fast

In a rhythm as smooth and as beautiful as her outlaw’s name.

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Posted by on April 16, 2017 in Poetry

 

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