Dreamin’ of Woman
By GC SMITH
It’s pure goddamn misery
out here riding the range
eatin’ trail-herd dust clouds
day dreamin’ 'bout strange
Long corn silk blonde tresses,
clear eyes, brightest blue;
one dazzling sweet smile
makes all lies ring true
A deep soft feather bed
plump pillows of down
instead of this bedroll
laid out on cold ground
Day dreams and night dreams
keep this lone drover sane
on the trail movin' beeves
across the nation’s vast plain
Dreamin’ of a sweet woman
that’s no trail hand joke
‘cause when the drive is done
there'll be bucks in my poke
I'll wine her and dine her
bedeck her in fine silks
with rings for her fingers
then I'll have her foe mine
It's dreams such as this,
a cowpoke's lonely game,
passin' time on the trail
keepin' mind fairly sane
Poetry, prose, and other stuff meant for the reader's enjoyment. Web page at: Click here. My novels are White Lightning, The Carbon Steel Caress, In Good Faith, and Mudbug Tales; A Novel in Flashes, wit' recipes. My poetry book is A Southern Boy's Meanderings. CLICKY My webpage:
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