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Click hereA Yellow Rose: a song's worth of dancing
Dust devil twirls around a cactus then fades
the big blue sky dims as if to draw the shades
Mesa and mountains reflect an evening's glow
silver stars were blooming over a Yellow rose.
Rocking chair songs blend with orchestrated winds
sitting in wait with a soft southern grin
Eyes that trail a dusty road to the horizon
looking for those that thirst for a bit of dancing
Cowboys race on the setting Sun's rays
to the lady with a sensual two step way
on the front porch of the only tavern for miles
a Texas Lady sat waiting with temptress smiles.
Thunder rumbled across a cloudless sky
like lightening the riders raced, riding high
clouds that trailed the fast footed hooves
rocking chair empty as a Lady in yellow stood.
The piano man sat behind a tip jar grinning
crackled his fingers with a hand woven spin
Barkeep wiped the glasses to sparkle and glow
swinging doors swung behind a Yellow Rose.
Cowboys burst through the doors swinging
ordering whiskey for dry mouths swigging'
trail dust dusted off of vested shoulders
ordering liquid courage to become bolder.
A nickle gets you a song's worth of dancing
some held that memory for life as romancing
more Cowboys rushed in both young and old
to grasp a dance with a Lady, a Yellow Rose
This delightful rendering comes riding right out of the old West. Even has Cowboys. A delightful Poem.
watched this evolve on your thread;
and I like it just fine, then as now;
the only word that seems out of place
is the last one, last line, 2nd stanza;
maybe I need wash down some dust & it'll sound better.....
Your poem was mentioned in the sunday reviews
du lac~