Author Anonymous Under this sod lies a great bucking hoss There never lived a cowboy he couldn't toss. His name was Midnight, his coat was black as coal, If there is a hoss-heaven, please, God, rest his soul. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments