A velvet --eyed cowboy, with a heart made of leather.
The Real Cowboy
There once was man, oh , so long ago,
he seemed to spend time simply wandering.
Though that wasn´t true, you know between you and me,
A hard working guy was he.
He loved his horse, his mom and his guitar.
The debate still goes on .
about the order they were in, but the key is he LOVED
so therein was no sin.
His velvet brown eyes could melt any heart,
And they did.
He spoke of true love and sang sweet songs
whilst strumming his faithful guitar..
A man of this kind could sure do no wrong
Every girl felt that SHE was the one.
Little wonder, when cleverly each of his songs
was woven to make it that way.
Poor girls would think he was staying forever,
How could he? A wandering cowboy
His life took him far as a wandering star,
Working here ,, working there,
always moving on.
The ladies, they loved him,
His face was so kind.
And who could forget those velvet brown eyes.?
Yes he´d love, then he´d leave,
never meaning to deceive.
He had no idea , that he caused ´stormy weather´,
How could he, when his heart was made of pure leather.?
The countless advances of loving young lasses,
made him feel good as he went on the trail.
Leather heart intact as always.
The girls stood no chances, when he came to town.
Eyes of soft velvety brown,
His lips slightly parted and out poured sweet nothings,
When words or when kisses, both just as sweet.
But his strong heart was made of good leather.
The ladies loved leather , the smell was so cool,
The touch was so strong,
strong as his arms when he´d hold them real tight,
while he whispered sweet words,
and rain kisses from his lips...
Tell me ...How could ANY young lady resist.?
Comments
- AUTHOR
So good to see you here on my page, runabstract...!!!!!!
Glad I could supply you with some amusement. hee. Hee.
Take care.
Fantastic! The title alone is WONDERFUL! Then the poem... I LOVED it! Thanks for a good time from a great read! LOVED it X 100!
- AUTHOR
Hi there acaetnna.....
Glad you had a chuckle. LOL
- AUTHOR
Hi Vincent, thanks for the visit.
I can imagine your cowboy days.
For now, though I am so glad you are a poet. Youe enrich my life wih your work.
Take care. Hugs
- AUTHOR
Hey mckbirdbks..... Whydo you have to be so astute..??? a memory indeed. LOL. Your comment sent shivers down my spine of memories.
- AUTHOR
farmloft, I am pleased to meet you on hubpages, and surely appreciate you reading an leaving a comment.
Thank you,sir.
Ha ha - brilliant!
What more can one say about a cowboy? restless hearts, always on the ride, strapped to there leather and denim blue jeans. Their boots a might dusty from riding the trails, so back to the coral to wet their whistles and kick off their boots with their misses. Yes indeed I was a cowboy once and then I became a poet and settled down. LOL great read my lady, I loved the pic of your hubby, I bet he puts his cowboy boots under your bed. LOL
I sensed a nostalgic remembrance. Those velvet brown eyes sure left their mark. Nicely penned.
What a player! (The cowboy with the leather heart - not your hubby!)
- AUTHOR
hi there Deep Met.......
Guess w´ve all met them, just some more than others.
appreciate your comment. Thank you.
- AUTHOR
Hi Janhorner.
ha Ha oh wouldn´t a song be great???
I love your comment and thank you for your support.
Ahh yes shallow people and fools who love them! Known a few throughout my life.
Loved this, I could almost here a melody along side. It's sort of like a country and western lyric. I liked the way you referred to those 'velvet brown eyes' throughout. Would love to hear music to it.
Tell your hubby, I agree with you, don't give up the day job!
Jan
- AUTHOR
Ha Ha ... Thank you billybuc.....
Loved the poem but the best part of this hub may be that picture of your Hubby! Great fun, Dim!
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