Lucy Eddy

FLY, rider of sun fire,

Bronzed wind of the plain!

Unbitted your wiry

Hackamore rein—

It is free as rough locks

Of a mustang’s mane,

While you whirl and untwirl

And whirl once again,

With flashes of war-whoops

And rattle of chain.

You wind the wide circles

The reata sings—

Curves of snake-twisted quirts

That the mad wind swings!—

Swift as cloud-flying dust

That hisses and stings,

Wild as crack of romal

Or bull-whip that rings!

Hi! Broncho-buster, cow-puncher,

Chaps … sombrero … and wings!