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To his surprise, he met the one
who took his breath away,
an’ knew he’d not be sorry
for their meetin’ on that day
She rode a painted pony
an’ dressed much like a man,
proclaimin’ she could do most things
any cowboy can
She swung a rope above her head
an’ looped a mangy cow,
provin’ with this action;
she certainly knew how
An’ on a buckin’ bronco,
she truly held her own,
with one arm free an’ swingin’,
she tamed ‘im to the bone
At brandin’ dawgies, she was great,
no need to worry there,
for this cowgirl had it mastered,
none other could compare
She strummed her ol’ guitar a bit,
an’ sang a lofty song,
around a campfire blazin’,
amidst the cowboy throng
The Yankee, well, he was impressed,
an’ swore he’d win the girl,
buy her pretty trinkets,
an' set her heart awhirl
But that just weren’t so easy,
she’d been romanced before
by men who were her equal
from out west—not eastern shore
Yearnin’ to fit in her world,
the feller did fall short,
in cowboy hat an’ snake-skin boots,
he made the lady snort
He looked so funny in those duds,
walkin’ with a swagger,
no matter how the man did try,
he’d wobble, an’ he’d stagger
Folks asked what she was doin’
with this Yankee from up north,
but she didn’t have an’ answer
as he trailed her back ‘n forth
How he stole her cowgirl heart,
she couldn’t quite explain,
or where she got the notion
to let him change her name
But as she grew much older,
an’ her mind went wanderin’ back,
the only answer she could give
was, “Opposites attract!”
Poetry by Tamara Hillman - Copyright 2006
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