Cowboy and his Rose
So many trails, the Cowboy had lost his way,
Thunder rolled as this day was fading away.
Sitting in the saddle, the dark storm was oncoming,
Lightnin’ did not frighten; it was the Cowboy’s shortcomings.
As the Cowboy aged and down through the years,
Cowboy had loved, he had lost; never loving again was his fear.
Cowboy decided lasting love for him was not meant to be,
Finding love was not in his destiny, he reckon he would have to agree.
Losing love, others were amazed the Cowboy was not jaded,
Even though he longed for love and his heart to be invaded.
The thunder and the storm brought the pounding rain,
The Cowboy hoped it was enough to wash away his pain.
Lightnin’, thunder, and the drubbing rain had not the desired outcome,
The darkness, the torrent, and sadness beat the Cowboy like a drum.
Needing cover from the relentless shower, the Cowboy rode down the peak,
Lightnin’ flashed and flickered, showing the Cowboy a cabin—a shelter to seek.
Rolling thunder, darkness of the night, and the shimmering lightnin’ strikes,
The Cowboy’s body grew colder on this sleepless rainy night.
The Cowboy always took care of his horse, first and foremost,
Horse fed, and groomed, then tossed his saddle on the driest post.
Moving cautiously to the cabin door, as the storm blows on out of control,
Overhead, the lightnin’ strikes, and deep in his lonely heart, the thunder rolls.
To be heard above the rumble in the sky, the Cowboy pounded on the door,
Door opened slowly, flickering lantern light, he moved quickly indoors.
As the lamp lit up her face, Cowboy was smitten, now and forever more,
Her beauty made his heart race, and he stumbled and almost fell to the floor.
The Cowboy fumbled his words, apologizing for this nightly intrusion.
Not a believer in love at first sight, but here it was, a foregone conclusion,
The woman smiled as she awkwardly adjusted her bedclothes,
As she threw more logs into the fireplace, she said her name was Rose.
Rose’s voice was silky smooth and fueled the Cowboys’ thoughts,
Cowboy alone for so long, he forgot the manners he had been taught.
Her laughter was engaged as she took the Cowboys rain soaked hat,
In a minute, obvious, they shared the same heart of this and that.
The room was only lit by the dancing shadows of the fireplace glow,
Near darkness as Cowboy and Rose let their stories and love flow.
That a chance meeting caused by a thunderstorm was a godsend,
Cowboy and his Rose had been lost, now their search was at an end.
That thunderous night was just the beginning of Rose and the Cowboy,
Their love for the other caught like wildfire out of control, with so much joy.
As the years rolled past, Cowboy and Rose were no longer alone,
As their love grew into something that neither had ever known.
Looking back, that night it seemed like yesterday, but it was long ago,
When Cowboy and Rose’s love for the other was planted and started to grow.
Oh, down through the years, the secrets of wanting love that they shared,
To suddenly find each other on a stormy night seemingly out of nowhere.
Cowboy and his Rose finally learned that mountains can be moved,
As they found their true love, there was nothing else to be proved.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2021
Where to purchase Kurt James novels, short stories, and poetry:
- PATTON – BOUNTY HUNTERShort Story Collection #1 - October 8, 2021
- WYOMING GHOST TOWNS, HAUNTINGS,TREASURE TALES, AND OTHER BS - September 28, 2021
- Cowboy and his Rose - September 28, 2021