Classic Poem

A MAN may have taken his morning jolt
By the side of the rope-corral
On a pitching, sun-fishing sagebrush colt,
With a conquering cowboy yell;
May have sought for a grip of the big knee-pads
On a bucker of Bush renown,
With a heartening cheer from the station lads
As the lean little head went down;
May have got to the end of the Aintree course
On a wild uncertain brute;
May have guided the Field from Ranksboro' Gorse
With a lead beyond dispute;
May have never let Caution's name appear
As a blot on his thrusting code —
And yet set forth with a childish fear
For a ride on an English road.