A Cowboy Poet Poem by Hazel Connelly

48 minutes since I met him
Only seconds he took to decide
He went down on one knee
And asked me to be his bride.

48 days to our wedding
He with that glint in his eyes
He was a big beefy feller
That filled all my desires.

48 hours he rode on the range
had leggins of fringed leather
He wore a big hat and spurs
And was happy in all kinds of weather

48 years we've been married
I stroked his weather beaten face
His life was done his body tired
Now he's gone from this earthly place

48 loved ones gathered round
As the good lord took him away
I miss my cowboy poet
Now he's climbed that giant stairway

©Hazel