'Death Rode a Pinto Pony'

 

Death rode a pinto pony
      Along the Rio Grande,
 Beside the trail his shadow
      Was riding on the sand.

 

 The look upon his youthful face
      Was sinister and dark,
 And the pistol in his scabbard
      Had never missed its mark.

 

 The moonlight on the river
      Was bright as molten ore
 The ripples broke in whispers
      Along the sandy shore.

 

 The breath of prairie flowers
      Had made the night-wind sweet,
 And a mockingbird made merry
      In a lacy-leafed mesquite.

 

 Death looked toward the river,
      He looked toward the land
 He took his broad sombrero off
      And held it in his hand,
 And death felt something touch him
      He could not understand.

 

 The lights at Madden's ranch-house
      Were brighter than the moon,
 The girls came tripping in like deer,
      The fiddles were in tune,

 

 And death saw through the window
      The man he came to kill,
 And he that did not hesitate
      Sat hesitating still.

 

 A cloud came over the moon,
      The moon came out and smiled,
 A coyote howled upon the hill,
      The mockingbird went wild.

 

 Death drew his hand across his brow,
      As if to move a stain,
 Then slowly turned his pinto horse
      And rode away again.

 

—Whitney Montgomery (from The Road to Texas, 1940)

 

 

Texas in Poetry

Cattle

Other states were carved or born,
Texas grew from hide and horn.

Other states are long or wide,
Texas is a shaggy hide,

Dripping blood and crumpled hair;
Some flat giant flung it there,

Laid the head where valleys drain,
Stretched its rump along the plain.

Other soil is full of stones,
Texans plow up Cattle-bones.

Herds are buried on the trail,
Underneath the powdered shale;

Herds that stiffened like the snow,
Where the icy northers go.

Other states have built their halls,
Humming tunes along the walls.

Texans watched the mortar stirred,
While they kept the lowing herd.

Stamped on Texan wall and roof
Gleams the sharp and crescent hoof.

High above the hum and stir
Jingle bridle-rein and spur.

Other states were made or born,
Texas grew from hide and horn.

—Berta Hart Nance, 1931


(Thanks to the University of North Texas for the illustration "A Drove of Texas Cattle Crossing a Stream," from the Oct. 19, 1867, edition of Harper's Weekly.)