Red cowboy boots,
spurs on his heels,
sashaying o'er the floor.
It's a country hoe-down . . .
come on and dosido.
Shuffle those cowboy boots
on out the door.
Red cowboy hat,
a golden scarf
with a bollero tie . . .
you rugged, handsome dude!
I'm glad he caught me eye.
Look how he tends to ride . . .
whoa . . . what a guy.
Red cowboy boots,
with downcast eyes,
when will I have a chance?
Are you sincerely shy?
You've stolen each gal's heart.
May I have the honor . . .
of the last dance?
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Reviews of "Red Cowboy Boots"
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
Yep where have the last dance:)))
But I can only Texas two step...
Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
Good Morning, Sandy
You know I no how to line dance, without the boots. I loved this poem.
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
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But I can only Texas two step...
You know I no how to line dance, without the boots. I loved this poem.
tony
I LKIE MY RED BOOTS
ON COWGIRLS......LOL
EXCELLENT WRITE
WILLIAM
Love, Dove
Peggy