Open Poetry #32 |
"Another... Better Time" |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
The sweet perfume of clover- Permeates the dawn of spring. Mesquite trees in the pastures, Are starting to turn green. The scissor-tails are flying- So I know the cold is gone. The mama cows are gainted- From a winter, hard and long. We're fixing up the spray-rig, For the flies are coming soon... If I was younger, I'd be courting, 'Neath the swelling Texas moon. I still think of country dances- Crazy boys, and laughing girls- And the fights behind the Grange halls That was quite a different world. Those farm boys long departed- Many died in Vietnam, And the girls are gray-haired grannies, Leaving me just what I am. "What is that?" Perhaps you wonder- Just a cowboy past his prime... Living now in far off memories, Of another, better time. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"What is that?" Perhaps you wonder- Just a cowboy past his prime... Living now in far off memories, Of another, better time. You'll always be my favourite cowboy John. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ To have lived the dream of a love so true... |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
"What is that?" Perhaps you wonder- Just a cowboy past his prime... Living now in far off memories, Of another, better time. What would we do without our memories? They are very good to have. Hugs, Ethel |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I love this...the last verse is so well done |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
I can relate. Been there done that too. Rusty memories. Thanks. JL |
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