Rough-Riding Sidesaddle

I wore out my welcome before I was born;
I will never play Kate to your Petruccio.
Adversity has been my most constant friend
You cannot teach things that I already know.

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James Ward,  A Farmhand Riding Side-saddle, Carrying an Urn.

 

Disapprove of me all you please;
Censure has always been my lot.
All those things you’d prefer not to remember
Are things for me too dear to be forgot.

Your outcasts do not always wither away;
Sometimes they flourish in alien soil.
And sometimes the ones you sought to destroy
Are the very ones you cannot despoil.

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One thought on “Rough-Riding Sidesaddle

  1. “Your outcasts do not always wither away;
    Sometimes they flourish in alien soil.
    And sometimes the ones you sought to destroy
    Are the very ones you cannot despoil.”

    This is an amazing stanza! Love the entire poem. I look forward to reading more.

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