The Pony Express

Just a few words of thought.

Pony Express

 

My name is Richard Egan

I’m eighteen years of age

if I was in a comic book

I would leap out from the page.

 

My adventures would enthral you

keep you on your toes

what you would make of me

Dear God only knows.

 

The date is January 27th in the 1860^th year

the advert wanted men

who said they knew no fear

Pony Express riders, anyone could apply

being young and daring

I thought I’d give it a try

 

The job was to deliver mail

between Missouri and California

to arrive in ten days time

rough riding through the vast terrain

I would need to be in my prime.

 

With my trusty army colt revolvers

hanging by my side

with a sheath knife just for back up

I’d cross the great divide.

 

A trusty steed was needed

who could run and run all day

strong in heart and sound of limb

he’d be there come what may.

 

With Wild Bill Hickock and Buffalo Bill

I had some famous friends

they went on to fame and fortune

that where the story ends.

 

Stabbed twice and shot four times

left to die on two occasions

but made it through along with the mail

to me they were just abrasions.

 

Me, I rode for a number of years

fighting Indians the elements and the pain

risking life and limb

with very little gain.

 

 

Except my special self respect

for doing something well

because when the mail was delivered

the townsfolk thought it swell.

 

I was one of the lucky ones

lived beyond my teens

now an old man of many years

have lived to tell the tale it seems.