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Cowboys' Eyes


Author: Emerging Soul
ASL Info:    48/VERY female/Wisconsin
Elite Ratio:    4.36 - 1240 /1114 /244
Words: 404
Class/Type: Poetry /Nostalgia
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Buffalo hunting in Utah for the Govenor's tag with my husband...I hurt my back to an extent that I could barely move without severe pain just days before but stubbornly refused to let him cancel the trip...he'd paid big money for the tag andwould not have gone without me...


Cowboys' Eyes



The Cowboys nodded their hats to me
One of them offered me a shot of Yukon Jack
"For 'Medicinal Purposes', Ma'am"
And smiled when I took a big swig
They cared for me as though I were a lover
Looking back to see how I was doing
Always asking, first, if I could handle the trot
Before kicking their horses into speed
Offering, always, the kind flask to keep me going
Keeping their respectful distance
Any time I'd lay upon a sandy stretch of mountainside
To rest my spasming back for awhile
With a surprisingly comfortable rock as a pillow
I would sometimes doze off beneath the sunshine
As they glassed the cliffs and valleys for buffalo
He went off with two others in pursuit of a trail
Leaving me behind to rest, knowing I was in pain
We stayed upon the mountain-top
Eating vienna sausages and peaches from flip-top cans
Chasing them down with swigs of root-beer shnaaps and Canadian Club
We could hear the gunshot from miles away
Echoing and bouncing through the canyon
And so we mounted our steeds
Before the call even came on the radio
There was a bull down
And we should come to them
Two hours' ride across rough terrain
Would have been less than an hour for them
For they would have galloped across the direct route
Over steep ridges that only a cowboy would cross
Istead of following the draws below for my benefit
And only twice did I tell my mule
That if he just got me safely down this slope
That I would love him forever
I would close my eyes and hang onto the saddle
As he picked and slid his way down the shoal
At the bottom I would lean forward to stretch my back
And kiss his sweaty neck as I hugged him
Promising him treats later on
That night in camp
One of the cowboys brought out a guitar
And made up a song just for me
We sat around the camp-fire
And I popped Advils with sips of Southern Comfort
Finally dulling the pain
They called me "a real trooper"
And made sure I was in all the pictures
And not one of them laughed
When I fed my mule from my plate
And when we said our good-byes the next day
I knew that the memory I'd treasure the most
Was the respect in the Cowboys' eyes




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  I read this piece before I read the descriptiona and I got beautiful images of the old west in my head. I love the way that it seems to tell a story, without the common laws of poetry, and still it had the melody of a poem. Great write.
| Posted on 2004-05-26 00:00:00 | by pinurplepassion | [ Reply to This ]
  I love Cowboys - this poem is a delight to me. I love quite a few parts in it...
"And only twice did I tell my mule
That if he just got me safely down this slope
That I would love him forever"

"That night in camp
One of the cowboys brought out a guitar
And made up a song just for me"

"They called me "a real trooper"
And made sure I was in all the pictures
And not one of them laughed
When I fed my mule from my plate"

All of these cement Cowboys in my mind. I'm so glad you have that memory.

~ Niphredil
| Posted on 2004-05-24 00:00:00 | by Niphredil | [ Reply to This ]
  lol I loved the end! It was sooo sweet, and it was actually nice and flowed like a poem, great job relating an experience, I could picture it so clearly! Yay I love your style. ~Corazzzzz
| Posted on 2004-05-21 00:00:00 | by Cora Windover | [ Reply to This ]
  And only twice did I tell my mule
That if he just got me safely down this slope
That I would love him forever

Yes, my wife thinks she is in love with a jack ass too! ;-)

I like this, more of a melodic narative. Sounds like real life experience, but I can't figure out what you went up there for with a hurt back!
| Posted on 2004-05-21 00:00:00 | by Sandburg | [ Reply to This ]


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