Come Back Cowboy Comeback .

Cherrie Palmer, "walk softly" inspired,Cracked my window. Set me young into a wild herd of long yearlings.

Into the cedar circle corral boy Culpepper carried his grass quiet
Animal smooth
Loop laid across his body low,
Ready to dance a hula-hand , over the bay,
To the deep eyed,short backed Dun;
Tiger striped long fore arms, above good bone, short cannons,long hip.
Hocks post straight into the ground.
Just the kind his dad would tie into.
The little cuvee of horses bunched swished their tails,
Bent and pushed ,tipping their pecking order,
The Dun squirted to the front.
From the boys hip poetry,
Unseen ,Up ,just above eye brow high, the arm moved,extended, palm out, thumb down,
Release
The rope flew !
Angel hands set the seen ,
His dads voice filled the boys heart,
The whole universe spoke
One, man ,boy, rope, horse, all geared into one.
Soon the try, of horse ,try of heart, try of boy,
Would carry a brand ,
Of a Cullpepper Man.


Out across the buffalo grass ,
She tossed out a Dazzler, the woolen blanket settled
As he tied the tiger striped Dun ,
Loose to a naked cedar.
Chaps ,spurs,gloves,hat,boots;
Buck-stiched softy buffalo leather,Crockets,Stetson,Doe skin ,Ox blood stove tops,
Each with a wrinkle,a stain,a story,worn until smooth character,
Stamped them his,
A cowboy ,
A Hand,
The compliment of her.
Her,
Shy but true man.
The kind so,
Sparse in a full land.
She gave all ,country true,one God,one Man,one Heart.
But the open country's bending twists have buried the Hand .
Hollowed the man
who stepped off the Dun,
Here but gone.
She waits, She longs, she carries her rose, to spark crimson,maple waves
In the buffalo grasses evening amber,
Come back cowboy comeback .

Author's Note

The best western woman, has kissed ,been kissed, and has found a man and a way to ...
"Compliment" not "Complicate"

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Strikes me gently of a tale being told, late night fire shadows; a quiet voice, heads nodding, ears listening intently.. and two eyes sparkling at past memories of a life and love well made. Last few words wistful, felt.

A delicate write, says more than the words, ' But the open country's bending twists have buried the Hand . ~ Hollowed the man ~ who stepped off the Dun, Here but gone.'

[Ken Simm.]

Just goes to show that men have these feelings too. A gentle evocation and something to be extremly proud of.

[Ees]

hmmm, this is an unusual poem in it's format. I don't know if I would like it better if it was broken into normal pieces or not. The only reason I say that is because I feel like I am rushing as I read this to myself.

I like the feeling and motion in this a lot!

There are a few places where I think you typed the wrong word, seen vs. scene? But I mean those things should be easy for you to figure out when you read through what you have written. The other thing that throws me of are your punctuation marks. This is a poem so obviously you can punctuate any way you please, but if you are thinking of the way a reader will come across this, you may want to think about why you have made the choices that you did make. Somewhere along the line a teacher told me that every line, word, pairing, breath and punctuation mark caries meaning and weight when it comes to poetry, so if you don't want people contemplating why you have included, say an exclamation point after a space rather than right after the word, those might be things that you want to change. However if you had a reason and wanted me to think on it, you've done a good job.

I like the "shy but true man" and I really like the very last line. Or rather, the last sentence in the last line... I just suggest you think about why you have chosen to use the words, structure and punctuation that you did, the feeling and motion are just fantastic, especially in the first stanza.

[lee von cleef]

yep yep,this is a work put together from two poems that punched me. So I believe you are right,(most woman"s are) Reading Cherrie Palmers poem "Walk Softly" Put me back in a round corral after my Dad died,and this writing spun out. Her other poem spoke closer to true love gone hollow, and that is when I tied the two together,boy then Man.

[lee von cleef]

How tuff are you to please? Now what do you think?

[Ees]

Ahhh, I am not tuff to please, but I am tuff as hell to shut up. I liked it before... I just thought I could see some things to help you move it forward to being really awesome. haha.

and what do I think now? I think it's great. It is a lot easier to read and feel this way. Great job!

[lee von cleef]

and now I re worked it yet again.

[Cherrie Palmer]

..ready to dance a hulahand ...ready to dance a hulahand ... if you can select two lines it would be these two. I can see them all dance across ridge as the lone hand coated in the day’s dust and long overdue for his morning coffee patiently works them forward.
I love the image of evening amber.

[lee von cleef]

Old love first ? or young boy in round corral first ?

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Wow. Lee... Nope.. Not about the horse here at all. Never thought about roping in these particular terms. Or is it the other way around? You are settling back into yourself here. It is a nice thing to see. Well done. And causes one such as me to think upon many things. Things not at all related to horses. Again... WOW. A man of many genres.

Nice to know a cowboy cannot be broke. One near broke me once... But I learned to toss out my own dazzler. He taught me much.

[lee von cleef]

I worked it around, better?

[gombeggar]

very hip...nice flow