Cowboy Poem

I wrote three poems upon a page: One told a story, one made a rhyme, and one spoke rage. The story poem put me to sleep. The rhyming poem made me weep. The rager made me want to fight, to find what's wrong and make it right. Then I put the poems aside, and took my horse out for a ride. When I made my way back home, I went again to read the poems. What I found to my surprise, the poems changed before my eyes. They blended in from three to one. A cowboy poem they had become. Pogo