Think about a cowboy's hands,
Roughed up with rope and washed with sands,
Slapping a horse's reluctant behind,
Mending a fence with metal twine.

Holding a hot iron frying pan,
Creasing a Stetson with the other hand.
Watching the heavens for the color of sky,
So he'll know what to do when this day goes by.

At night this same cowboy touches her lips, smooths her hair,
Roughs up his soft babies with a playful flair.
Loves and thanks God with all of his might.
His tired bones will feel warm blankets this night.

By Norma (






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In the meantime, click the links below for
poems and stories by our other authors.

Kinds Of Poets

Dear, Are You There?

The Calendar

Joshua Goran Kissell Goat


Sniper Cat

Hugs And Kisses

True Love

The Hat And The Rose

A Child's Secret

Kissing And Hugging

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