Hoofbeats, Hoofbeats, Hoofbeats !

I wonder, at times, how I got caught up in this useless obsession called Poetry.
Along with nursery rhymes, ad jingles, and pop music, it must have been immortal lines such as the Rex Trailer’s Boomtown show theme which cursed me with this love of rhythmic language and imagery. Listening to it today I am struck by the primal force of this TV cowboy poetry:

♪♫♪ Covered wagons were a-rollin’ out along the trail
on the way to the golden West…  ♫♪♫♪