the beauty of literature isn't it.
the author might have his/her own interpretation of the poem, but
to the readers, at least for me, it's the first
impression/interpretation i get after reading the poem for the
first time that sticks wif me.
and this one, i mus say i got swayed a bit in my
interpretation.
Originally posted by DeadPoet:
My friend email me this poem a few days ago and she told me
it is a love poem. But the more I read, the more I feel it is a
very suggestive poem leh. 
Is it me or is this poem full of sexual implications?
[b]The Bucking
Bronco
My love is a rider, wild horses he breaks,
But he promised to quit it all just for my sake;
He sold off his saddle, his spurs, and his rope,
And therell be no more riding, and thats what I hope.
The first time I saw him was early last spring,
A-riding a bronco, a high-headed thing;
He laughed and he talked as they danced to and fro
He promised hed not ride no other bronco.
My love has a gun that has gone to the bad,
Which makes all the ladies to feel very sad;
He give me some presents, among them a ring
But the return I gave him was a far better thing.
Now, all you young ladies that live on the Platte
Dont marry the cowboy who wears a white hat;
Hell pet you and court you and then he will go
And ride up the trail on another bronco.
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