Cowboy Poetry
The Old Cowboy
Author James H. Wilson
November 18, 2000
© Copyright 2000
THE OLD COWBOY Part Eight
(continued)
"It was that way I met yer grandma. The sun was shinin', a breeze was
blowin', spring was in full bloom. I wern't doin' much, not much at all that
fine spring morn', as I recall, . . ."
Some would'a called it spring fever. I don't know 'bout that, I just
remember I was feelin' lazy. It'd been cool ov'r night and the sun was
shinin', an' warmin' up all 'round me. Ya know I was just mindin' my own
biz'ness, ridin' alone , down by the lake, watchin' the fish jump."
"Ya know, just mozyin' along when she came ridin' past me, out'a control. At
first I thought she was going to a fire. So I got Ol' 'Tanner'
'up-in-the-air' an' caught up with her. She was pullin' back on them reins,
but that Tennessee stud was bigger than her. She couldn't stop em' or
slow'em down. She could turn 'em, but only to follow the trail. I tried to
get close an' grab the reins. Ev'rytime I tried he'd head for the trees off
the trail, so we just had to get 'em in an open field."
"The field came up just past the creek. I grabbed that left rein an' tied it
to my saddle horn, an' slowed to a stop." I could see a gleam in Grandpa's
eyes I hadn't seen before."
"Grandboy, yer grandma was the best lookin' gal I'd ever seen. She'd just
moved from St. Louis. Her pa'd just bought the general store, an' she was
just out for the ride."
"Grandpa made a motion over his head. "The wind came up an' blew her
hair.....
To Be Continued . . .
THE OLD COWBOY Copyright © 2001
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