There once was a wild one,
given for nuthin,
all alone in the saddle
he journeyed for days.
Once when he went where
he wasn’t supposed to,
up on a mountain,
his horse left to graze.
There he just sat there
his back on a boulder
his face was facing the sun
till late day.
The thoughts turned to no one
he never knew only,
only that someone
was with him that day.
The cowboy was faithful
yet wasn’t so graceful,
on the dance floor he failed
to get even one.
of those long legged beauties
that moved like the wind,
his thoughts returned
to that day in the sun.
Back to his horse
and away in his saddle,
he rode away
to the far setting sun.
That’s when he saw her,
by her garden as she watered,
writing a poem
with her roses for none.
But were these roses,
tended too softly,
were those roses,
really grown for someone?
She straightened herself
and with confidence and poise,
said, “cowboy, quiet down,
you make to much noise.”
It’s peaceful here stranger
you’re welcome to stay,
mind yourself now,
go sleep in the hay.
Well later that night,
when the moon shown above,
and the coyotes all howled
and fearful of none.
That’s when he went
where he wasn’t supposed to,
that’s when he came up,
facing her gun.
He said, “I can’t dance
I can’t talk and can’t sing,
but baby I love you,
and that’s a sure thing.”
She put down the gun,
with a few chosen words,
He smiled, then he told her,
the poem you just heard.
ADVENTURERS IN LIVINGNESS 