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Lovers Hideaway

No breezes on a tropic isle,
Majestic falls or River Nile
Tempted us when we were newlyweds.
You took me to a cabin small,
Beneath a rugged sandstone wall
And carried me back into time instead.

The cabin made of logs and clay,
The pole corrals, the fields of hay,
Game birds in the yard outside the door,
Surrounding rims where cougars lay
In wait for unsuspecting prey
Was where we vowed to stay forever more.

No honeymoon, just time so sweet,
The two of us, our lives complete,
Now finally man and wife, becoming one.
You took the cattle to the hills
Then tended water in the fields,
Your shoulders bare beneath the summer sun.

I watched you from a ledge above
The cabin and fell more in love
While dinner cooked and cooled, the wood now ash.
By day we walked where chiseled stone
Told ancient stories of its own
About an Indian culture of the past.

Young alfalfa, sprigs of corn
And even tender dreams were born.
A baby, too, was sprouted, yours and mine.
At night you talked of wondrous joys,
Held a bay each fearsome noise
And made impending dangers seem benign.

While breezes rustled poplar leaves
A bobcat and a night owl screeched.
I clung to you, a city girl subdued,
Accustomed to familiar sounds
Of midnight trains cross-country bound.
I learned to love the cowboy life and you.

© 2011, Wilma Rich
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


Wilma comments:  I originally wrote the poem in free verse for a Wind Song contest and won the grand prize: a trip for my husband and me to New York City to meet the editors of True Story Magazine. The original poem was later published in their magazine. The current poem is the rhyming version. It highlights a treasured time in the lives of me and my now deceased cowboy husband in our remote lovers' hideaway.


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  About Wilma Rich:
provided 2011

Wilma Rich was born and raised in a small town in eastern Utah. After graduation from Carbon High School, she married Earl Rich, a rancherís son from nearby Nine Mile Canyon. She is a member of Wasatch Mountain Fiction
Writers. Her poems have appeared in True Story, Ensign, United Mine Workers Journal, Outlaw Trails, and Western Adventures and Where Feelings Flower, Poetry of LDS Women. She currently lives in Mesa, Arizona.



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