The bronco's mighty wild and tough, <br />And full of outdoor feelin's: <br />His feet are quick, his ways are rough, <br />He's careless in his dealin's. <br /> <br />Each mornin' he must have his spree, <br />And hand you plenty trouble <br />A-pitchin' round the scenery <br />Till you are seein' double. <br /> <br />Or mebby-so, you think he's broke, <br />And do a little braggin'; <br />'Plumb gentle hoss!' he sees the joke, <br />And leaves--with reins a-draggin'. <br /> <br />Or, mebby-so, you think he'll jump <br />That little three-foot railin': <br />When all he does is stop and hump, <br />And stay--while you go sailin'. <br /> <br />But when his pitchin' fit is done, <br />And ropin', cuttin', brandin', <br />Is on the bill--I'll tell you son, <br />He works with understandin'. <br /> <br />At workin' stock he's got his pride: <br />--Dust rollin', boys a-yellin'-- <br />He'll turn your steer, and make you ride, <br />And he don't need no tellin'. <br /> <br />Perhaps you're standin' middle-guard, <br />Or ridin' slow, night-hawkin': <br />And then your bronc is sure your pard, <br />At loafin', or at walkin'. <br /> <br />Or, when the lightnin' flashes raw, <br />And starts the herd a-flyin', <br />He's off to head 'em down the draw, <br />Or break your neck, a-tryin'. <br /> <br />A bronc he sure will take his part, <br />At gettin' there or stayin': <br />He'll work until he breaks his heart, <br />Be he don't sabe playin'. <br /> <br />He may be wild, he may be tough, <br />And full of outdoor feelin's: <br />But he's all leather, sure enough, <br />And he puts through his dealin's.<br /><br />Henry Herbert Knibbs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bronco/
