He was a tall, long-legged, lanky
mop-haired, slow talking,
lazy smiling calf roping
cowboy
traveling the summer circuit
riding a quiet mannered
fast starting Blue Roan stallion.
He smelled of Juicy Fruit and Jergens.
She was a quick smiling, tow-haired,
green eyed, laughing, slip of a girl
on a dancing chestnut Arab.
and smelled of morning dew innocence.
Their hearts thundered in tandem
on the back of that slow loping stallion
as she breathed him in...
that magical week of youth.
Oh how she loved that cowboy!
But only half the song got sung.
L
rightly done *Pat*
Lady Vivian
I remember something similar but it took place on a large city street
I wasn't a cowboy, never wanted to be, but I was kool in my Marine dress blues during furlough somewhere
along the line, she was divinely beautiful short black hair, poodle skirt, white shoes and bobby socks carrying her books across her breast, chewing gum cracking snapping bubbles, remember it just like it was yesterday
Peace be with you
William
Anna
budd
Ingeborg
Ron
Love ya
Jane
Cheers,
Dan