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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Laura
Delia J Fry
the texas heat boggles
and the humidity drains
his body feels stifled
even though it rains
old muddied boots
with flapping tongue
creak the old porch
as old hands are wrung
weary is the cowboy
the edges now frayed
the once steady mind
now somber, afraid
but in the distance
a glimpse, a memory
of a short young life
but in mind illusory
but, he wrote it all down
with a scratchy old pen
his scrawl in black ink
to remember back when
a devoted young marshall
priorities set aside
keeping the town peace
til his beloved wife died
it was spring she dwindled
with weakness of her heart
he slept as she left him
as her breath gave a start
as whiskey dulled his pain
and burned out his soul
his steady heart trembled
as sadness took its toll
now he rocks on the porch
and whispers her name
worried and wondering
if he was to blame....
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