Her Cowboy
Sundown, the galloping horse rides in from the pasture.
He, on the back, was sweaty and red from the day’s work
in the sun.
He hungers now, as the cattle have been taken care of.
His day of riding’s complete, but he still has riding on his mind,
the day is almost done.
He knows his woman is there waiting, with something hot for him.
She lays it out for him, making him know that he is the man of the house,
her cowboy.
More than her rancher, he provides food, shelter and strength for her.
He is all she ever wanted in a man and more. He is the one, true dream,
yet still is somewhat coy.
She, like the women of tradition, treated the man as a man, but with decorum.
She, also, expected nothing less from this man, though rugged, uncultured,
he remains her good boy.
Dinner, now over, her chores to clean the table and kitchen are now done.
He, with his pipe, a man of kindness and comfort, invites her to dance
in the light of the moon.
She, being the woman, passionate and that loves this man dearly,
quickly says yes to the invitation and joined her man for the dance
as she started to swoon.
Within her eyes, he knew of no other beauty, not the pasture, the horses,
nor even the sky.
She, with the dance, knew of no better love, both lover and friend, her man,
her cowboy.
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