How now for this latest in an installment of a series of Poems?

Question

Clomp, clomp -- clomp, clomp
'Twixt dusty path and ridden trail, it seems
Trot, trot -- trot, trot
Amble horse and rider without aim.

Hush, hush -- hush, hush
The sun is but a blanket worn, he deems
Tip, tip -- tip, tip
Eyelids growing heavy, dull and tame.

So the wearied horseman and his steed
Rest their aching sinews for a while
Contemplating past and future deed.

Swish, swish -- swish, swish
Sudden silent serpent by his toe
Hiss, hiss -- hiss, hiss
What an easy prey his fangs obtain.

Slash, slash -- slash, slash
A springing leap from said adversive foe
Sting, sting -- sting, sting
Cursing, curled in torture from the pain.

So the wearied horseman, put to rest
Not by gun of law nor villain vile
Nature hears not either in its test.

Answer 1

Retch, retch -- retch, retch,
Butcher the cowboy poet's noble art,
Brush, brush -- gargle, gargle,
Rinse the taste from my mouth.

Answer 2

a poem that isnt my cup of tea
this i rarely do see
but on this weary hour
i feel as tho it may be my dismise
as i say this poem is unfitting in size

Answer 3

So, are you going to quit your job to become a poet or what?

Answer 4

love the third stanza...specifically it's last line--"Contemplating past and future deed"

The image is clear and personally applicable.

Answer 5

Great job!! Keep it up.