The Cowboy
Posted 10-05-2009 at 12:44 AM by Judy
He arrived
One evening after the setting sun -
A shadow in the doorway,
Quiet observer
Later,
Drinking his quaff,
He went not unnoticed.
Attention he felt
From more than one girl
But none wanted him,
The quiet one.
They preferred
Loud and boisterous, rather.
Free spenders with gold pan money
Here to find mates
With the possibility of marriage
And respectable living -
(Preferably in another location).
Except for Tillie.
She loved the sound of his spurs!
On the dirt road they played one type of ring
And on the wood floor, another.
And where he rested, they were still.
She recognized his walk
Apart from any other.
And remained alert
Singing a pretty tune,
Watching his quiet moves,
Catching his eye once or twice.
But he didn't stay long -
And,
Upon sipping the last drop
He got up and left
Clinking spurs atop the wood floor
Over the thresh hold.
While the last view she saw
Yearning,
Was her beloved cowboy
A shadow in the doorway.
Written by Judy
One evening after the setting sun -
A shadow in the doorway,
Quiet observer
Later,
Drinking his quaff,
He went not unnoticed.
Attention he felt
From more than one girl
But none wanted him,
The quiet one.
They preferred
Loud and boisterous, rather.
Free spenders with gold pan money
Here to find mates
With the possibility of marriage
And respectable living -
(Preferably in another location).
Except for Tillie.
She loved the sound of his spurs!
On the dirt road they played one type of ring
And on the wood floor, another.
And where he rested, they were still.
She recognized his walk
Apart from any other.
And remained alert
Singing a pretty tune,
Watching his quiet moves,
Catching his eye once or twice.
But he didn't stay long -
And,
Upon sipping the last drop
He got up and left
Clinking spurs atop the wood floor
Over the thresh hold.
While the last view she saw
Yearning,
Was her beloved cowboy
A shadow in the doorway.
Written by Judy
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