Put Them Up Wet

This ground is hard
And the effort is piercing my soul,
Weaknesses rule,
One thing to be sure of control,
Take me home
And don’t spare the horses.

Exhausted heart
And I don’t want to run anymore,
Resources low,
Mind aches and bones are sore,
Take me home
And don’t spare the horses.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.

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