Heads or Tails/Poem/Bette Wolf Duncan

Heads or Tails

Just hen-pecked Sam from old Cheyenne—
a mule-train skinner’s what I am.
While I can drive most any team,
I’m hitched in one that’s downright mean.
It’s me ‘n Ma. We’re hitched up tight.
When I lean left, she favors right.
She’s autocratic as can be;
one halter lead…first Ma…then me.
She always lets me have my say—
but she’s lead horse. We go her way.
We toss a coin when all else fails.
She lets me call it— heads or tails.
Heads or tails? She lets me choose.
It’s heads, she wins; and tails, I lose!

© 2012, Bette Wolf Duncan
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