JUST GIVE ME A COWBOY POET

 

48 minutes since I met him
48 seconds he took to decide
He went down on one knee
And asked me to be his bride.
 
48 days to our wedding
He with that glint in his eyes
He was a big beefy feller
That filled all my desires.
 
He wore a big hat and spurs
Had leggins of fringed leather
He rode 48 hours on the range
And was happy in all kinds of weather.
 
His life was done, his body tired
I stroked his weather beaten face
48 years we'd been married
Now he's done with this earthly place.
 
Just give me a Cowboy Poet
So I can start a brand new day
48 Loved ones gathered round
As the good Lord took him away.
 
© Hazel 2011
 

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Patricia &Stefan wilde

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Mon 14th Nov 2011 16:15

Howdy Ma'am
just mosied in
from the cattle drive,to say
this is a mighty fine poem-
yee-haw!

theres gunfire from the O.K. corral-
I best skeedaddle-ok?

get up thar horsey!

Larisa Rzhepishevska

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Sat 12th Nov 2011 07:10

Beautiful poem! Love it.

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