Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-05-06

| ! want free life and want lresl 'iF'
And / sigh for the cantcr after the cattie'
The crack Of whips like shots in battle
Tho mclay Of horns, and hoofs and heads
! That wars and %ransics ana Sca''eFs anu
! spreads:
Tho ,,rccn beneath and the blue above.
And d:lsh and danger and life and love-
! And I.asca!
| Lasca used TO ride
| On n pouse-gray mustang close to my side'
With blue serape und bri,:ht-becd. spur:
laughed with JOY as / looked at her!
Little knew she Of books and crccds;
And an Ave Maria suffccd her needs:
Little cared she sa"e 10 he by my side
| To ride with me and ever to ride.
! From San Sabs's shore tp La7aca's tide
She WAS As bold rs the pillows that beat,
She was as wild rs the brcczcs that blow
From her little head to her little feet
She Mas swnyed in her suppcness 10 aad IL"
| BY each gust Of passion--a saniinH p'nc
That grows on the edge Of Kansas b!uh'
i And wars with the wind when the weather is
rough,
Is like this Lasca this love OF mine.
| She would hunger that | might eat
Would take tie bitter and leave me the sweet
Eut once when made her jealous for fun.
! AT something u Whispered VI ioONce ~ ''"''~'
One Sunday in San Antonio.
| To n glorious girl on the Alamo,
She drew from Ecr girde dear little dagger
| AaG-s,ing Of Il wasp-it made me slaS@er!
a, inch to the left or an inch to the right.
! And I shouldn't b. Numbering here tonight
! I,ut she sobbed and sobbing. SO swiftly pouhd
| tIer torn rcbnaa above tho wound
1'ha, / quite iorgavc her-oh. well scra'
don't count in Texas down cy Ihe N'o
G:nndc!
Her cros were brown--a deep. deep bro~n
Her hair was darker than her eye;
And something in her smile and trown'
| Carried crimson lip and instepr high,
Shaved that there ran in each blue re:n'
M;ycd with the rli,dcr Aztec strain,
Tho vigorous vintage OF old Spain.
! Tho mir was heavy. the night was hot
J | 81, l:r her sd" a'!:l for:r"l -Ihr%o
For..,l ,hc hcr! t!,at w.tH ;"Ni:n 'Mf' 't!'
iE,r;rn, that the Al: was close ol'l"""''
! ,r,o. the r,y,s nurther comes %Idd:h aaA "''''
! In the dad of night or the blaze of noon;
lY,,, oncr le, the herd at It's brta:h take ilI%hl
| Mn, hing on car;h can stop :hcr hight
| A.,d roe IN the rider and woc TO the s,.ea'
who falls in front of their mad stampede!
Was lint thunder? No-by the Lord!
I..nr;nu 10 my saddle without word.
J ono fno, on minc and she clung bchlad'
! Add nwov! on a hot chase down the w!ho!
r,,, ncyc. was fox-chasc half 50 hhrd'
| And never was stetd so little spared.
! For ,yc rode for our lives. You sha:1 hc"'
hos we farCd
! In Texas. dpwn by the Rio Graauc.
The mustang flew and we urged MIN on;
,r,-.o ,,.,s Inf one chance left and you have
but one -
Hall iumu to the ground AID shoot your
horse: a,
Crunch under his carcass %nd la''c ''"'
| chance: .
! And If the stccrs in their irtnt!c cou'Se'
| Don't batter you bot n Ia pieces ~ once,
You nty thank your star II not E'"" ns ;,.,
IN in. r;:ickcninm kiss a':l ,he l"rS-"F""n
si%h.
! And thc Gre, air aEd tie Crca SKY.
r, T,x,. d,w;a ~ the Rio G.ardc.
Tho cattle :a:ucd or us nnd just ;S ia't
H.. n,,. oI, six shou.cr, behind in my belt
! n,,, ,,,, I'M, n,,,:;ang and dawn came We,
! .,,;m.I:,., ,cy,.;hc-. and what w:s the rest!
! A LrIy that ;urcad its"lf on my b'h''
y,yu arms thal shielded my d'"HS h'''"'
( Two li;,S thai III my lips "Glc !"f''
Then ramc thunder in my cars
! 4; oytr Us :.ur,:cd the sea o' Steers
Flows iha. beat Llocd into my eyes
Aad when | cua!d rise
I.,,:ca WIS dead!
, ,,,u,.-l ou, :; crave Il few feet deep.
And ,bcrc in .:,r,:,'s arms laid her l" S''oP :
I And there she is lying. ard 40 one h''""''
h.,I ;;,e srnn.r shines and The winter S'','"" :
',r n,;,ay day tho flowers have slFs'"
/ \ rpll Of petals over hcT head:
| h,L the li;,lc yray ha"E that hangs a'o't IN
the air; ,.
,,t Tic siy roy,lc sncliS here and there.
! And the IIa"k snake i:IisicS and &i'l'r* ana
slides
Iu,n :. riff: i'm cntiun-woou tfCc'
! AuL Ike buzaa:d sails or.
! And comes. and is gone,
Stately and still like Il ship al sea;
/ And ! wonder Why dn mt care -,
! For the things that are like the Things ''''''
wrrc.
! nocs half ny l"aY lii; buried there
! n T,xa;. d,wn by tha Rio Gi:lnda: