L. M. Larson
My Sweet Beth
Angel of the West
Roses are Red
You Were There
Harold Roy Miller
Memories of Love
My Sweet Beth
You young bucks may think I'm a fool
But listening to you talk, I know it's not true
You speak of loves lost and found
I tell you boys, you ain't been around
I had me a gal, a pretty young thing
With a smile that made my heart sing
We laughed and talked underneath moonlit skies
And vowed to love one another until we died.
Then came that night when my baby was born
The wind was howlin' a frightful mourn
"Chester," she said, "I can't do this alone.
Go for the Doctor, you must leave home."
So out in the blizzard, I took off and rode
Twenty miles to go in the freezing cold.
The Doc grabbed his bag, and in the buggy he jumped
But when we got back to the cabin, my heart skipped a thump.
My sweet angel lay on the bed, so quiet and still
"Beth, my Beth, please answer if you will."
"I'm sorry," said Doc, "She's no longer in pain.
The baby was breech, it was much to sustain."
I kissed her lips for the very last time
"I shouldn't have left, the faults all mine.
My wife and my baby, wouldn't have died
If I would have been here," I shouted and cried.
It's been twenty years since that awful night
My son would've been your age, if I guess that right
You boys talk about cheap women and lust
But real love is everlasting, from dust to dust.
© L. M. Larson
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Angel of the West
As I sit and try to ponder,
Why you've stayed by me so long.
I don't want to use another's words,
You've heard in some old song.
So I guess that I'll just say it,
If you hadn't took my hand.
I'd be livin' life for nothin',
In that place called no man's land.
All the troubles that I've suffered,
As I've tried to make my way.
You've been standin' there beside me,
With great patience I must say.
As we push on through the problems,
In this life that we must bare.
I know I could not endure as much,
Without your love and care.
You're the paint upon the canvas,
In a master work of art.
Without you to inspire me,
My dreams would fall apart.
I do thank the Lord above me,
For the day he gave me you.
If it weren't for his sweet kindness,
You could paint this cowboy blue.
Of all the things I've loved in life,
You're the lady I love best.
You're the good in my good-morning,
You're my angel of the West.
© Rick Pitt
You can read more of Rick Pitt's poetry here.
Roses Are Red
Roses are red, ceptin in
Texas where theys yeller.
Id be plum obliged to
be yer feller.
Id be so proud to live
and to age
with the prettiest bloom
ever seen on the sage
The day we met it was round
up time in my heart,
and ifn I could corral you at the
homestead wed never part.
Id promise to love, trust, honor
and from my little
cowgirl Id never stray.
By your side Id stay both night
and promise to love you the cowboy way.
© Bobby Cohoon
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I keep alive the memory of that first glance
When I saw your face in the mirror at the bar.
How did I get so lucky that night
To meet the drop-dead blonde under the evening star?
I could have ended up with a skillet full of snakes
Slithering rattlers with harsh voice and stingers
Instead, I got you.
Life's full of surprises
Peacocks wander among us
Whales seek their mates
You're the reason love can't be counterfeit or fake
It could have been a cowboy's nightmare,
Instead, I got you
© Jim Packard
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You Were There
Once I was young an' bold an' strong,
I knew my life would be prosperous an' long,
An' I could do anythin', without a care or heed,
I lit the candle on both ends, went at life full speed.
Work hard, play hard, drink hard, an' ride the rodeo,
Only old geezers an' fools would ever take it slow.
But that life grows stale, its joys an empty snare,
An' when I looked for a post to snub on to, you were there.
From the very first, I knew you were the one,
There was somethin' else beneath the laughter an' the fun,
You were as pretty as a slick new calf on a field of soft green,
But beneath the cute, there was deep, abiding beauty to be seen.
'Course, I didn't see it at first, just sensed that it was there,
Like a meadow waitin' for the rain to bring the grass an' flowers fair.
What you ever saw in this wild young cowboy, so full of fight an' dare
Is more than I can understand, yet when I was ready, you were there.
Those first few years were partly fun an' partly pain,
Learnin' to give an' take an' live together is a strain,
Growth is never easy, an' we sure had a lot to do,
But by carin' and sharin' an' listenin', we made it through.
It's never easy to open up, even to someone you love,
But you listened an' accepted what my dreams were made of.
We planned together, kept everything open an' on the square,
An' when I needed a place to rest my heart an' soul, you were there.
When things go wrong, an' bad luck hits, to laugh is the cowboy way,
An' you were able to smile with me through tears an' skies of gray.
Sometimes the news was good, with prices up an' cattle fat,
Sudden rich is as hard as poor, but you helped me weather that.
Always talkin', dreamin', workin' together, sharin' those new days,
Friendship grows as "you and I" became "we" in the important ways,
Love helps build, as do shared values an' common cares,
An' when only a friend would do, you were there.
Family came along, an' we built a home out on the range,
Things came an' went, but the important things never change
You never tried to make me into someone I couldn't be,
An' I learned that love is in the details so small to hardly see.
It's the little things that say "I love you," even when words come hard,
The hot coffee in the morning, late meals hot, flower seeds for the yard,
Your favorite little soaps, the kind words, the courtesies that show you are,
Whatever the job that had to be done, without complaint, you were there.
We didn't always see eye to eye, an' some times we fought the bit,
But we never stopped talkin', an' made the best of it.
All the times you were mad at me, I never had to guess why,
Some things we learned to put up with, maybe with a little sigh.
Marriage is a darn sight harder work than fencin' or cuttin' hay,
It don't come automatic - you got to work at it day by day.
But the rewards are worth it, as two lives together you share,
When it was time to ride the river, you were there.
The load's much lighter when two are harnessed up,
An' every good cow dog starts out a bumblin' pup.
Now that life we dreamed and planned about,
Seems possible despite the debt an' drought an' doubt.
Work is a habit, but so are fun an' faith an' fidelity,
There's been hard times, but there's been good a-plenty.
An' now in our peaceful twilight on comfortable rockin' chair,
I reach out a gnarled hand and find that you are still there.
© 2002, Charles Williams
You can read more of Charles Williams' poetry here.
Memories of Love
As I ride my horse through the emerald grass,
my mind wanders back to a time that's past.
It was the first time that you and I met,
a beautiful memory I won't ever forget.
We both attended the western cowboy ball.
You saw me leaning against the wall.
I was sporting my new Stetson hat,
and holding in my gut, so I didn't look fat.
Your beauty had me so entranced,
as you walked on over and asked me to dance.
Your tight wranglers were stacked over your boots,
and our bodies melted in total cahoots.
We did the two step and the cowboy waltz.
I tried to impress you and hide my faults.
At this western ball you were the belle,
I loved it there being under your spell.
Later we went for some fresh air.
I was so surprised you were still there.
That first kiss was a sweet delight,
It shore enough made this cowboy's night.
My life became surreal like a dream from above.
My heart was warmed by your passionate love.
Why I even put aside my cowboy pride,
and asked you repeatedly, to be my bride.
Through the years we have seen some change,
but baby I got you that "Home on the range."
I'm sure glad you took a chance,
and lured me on that floor to dance.
Yes I am thinking of you my lovely wife,
and how the Lord has blessed our life.
As I ride in and see you on our front porch,
my love is burning, -- I still carry a torch.
© 2004, Harold Roy Miller
You can read more of Harold Roy Miller's poetry here.
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