The first time I saw him
I fell in love.
I had to have him
Sure as heaven above.
To run my hands over
His well muscled bod,
My fingers through his hair,
I’d surely thank God.
He stood strong and proud,
His head held up high
With a devilish twinkle
In each big brown eye.
As we’ve gotten acquainted
That love it did grow,
And he’s taken me everywhere
I’ve asked him to go.
He’s done things for me
He’d done for no one,
And together we always
Have barrels of fun.
Late one afternoon
He ran away with my heart,
My head, my body,
Yes… every last part.
We get along well
And if we disagree,
He soon comes ‘round
To agreeing with me.
We’re not always alone
That’s a good sign,
We do get together
With his friends and mine.
He’s not like others
I’ve known before,
He’s unique
That’s for shore.
Does the guy in your life
Bring flowers to you?
Mine takes me to flowers,
And an incredible view.
Helping with yard work
Is not problem to do,
He cuts the grass
And fertilizes, too.
He dresses in leather
And wears his hair long,
He country dances
To the pond frogs song.
Yet, he’s not that different
Than you or I’m,
His shoes still go on
One foot at a time.
Whenever we’re together,
Be it night of day,
He likes to get down
For a roll in the hay.
I’d think him a stud
If I didn’t know better,
His blood’s always hot
No matter the weather.
When I want to ride him
I whisper in his ear,
Then I mount up upon him
Our excitement is clear!
We’re not into whips
Though spurs are fair game,
I ride him real hard
And he never goes lame.
“Faster” Go Faster!”
I call out to him,
Then
Blow past us again.
Now, breathing real hard
And dripping with sweat,
I quickly thank God
For that day we met.
Have you figured it out?
My secret, of course!
This wonderful guy
Written in 1997
With this poem I won 1st prize at a Toastmasters Cowboy Poetry Contest. It also took a prize at the Interior Provincial Exibition at Armstrong, BC Canada. One summer I had the pleasurable experience of sharing my peotry several times at a local restaurant where they had regular "jam sessions" (the lead musician kept inviting me up and he played music softly behind me while I shared the poems). This peom seemed to be the most popular one :o) In 2003 this poem was published in Saddle Up magazine.
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