It feels like eons since
he's felt her velvet touch,
far from the callused handshakes
of his fellow rustlers.
Life on the run
is no place for a lady,
besides the fellas said
he couldn't trust her.
Beyond her warmth
and compassionate eyes,
A woman of fine breeding
accustomed to finer things.
She could never be content
with a nobody like him,
by rustling cows
he'd hoped to buy her a ring.
It's been 3 years
since his very first heist,
"A few hundred cattle
and we'll be high on the hog",
That's what they said,
but after all of this time
He can hardly afford
to feed his mangy old dog.
So as he stares off at the sunset,
he can't help but wonder,
If she waits for him
or has found another.
He yearns for the embrace,
and the sweet fragrance
of his lovely, delicate,
unforgettable lover.
A contest entry
- COWBOY DREAMS or COWBOY BLUES by ennovy.
700 points, ended July 22, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Seems like your out rustling steers while your would be lover is out rustling hearts. A different take on what loneliness will do to you.
Good luck in the contest,
Novy & Brazos -
Amazing write and a beautiful piece you created to share.....Thank you for entering Novy & Brazos
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A true cowboy's lament. Good luck in the contest and happy trails
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