God took six days to create this earth.
After some rest, He plotted a cowgirl's birth.
"Folks have got off track since time begin."
"My Cowgirl will be perfect," He thought with a grin.
"Problems are Global since it started in motion."
I’ll fix this mess with My Cowgirl notion."
As He pondered His stars an' His moonlit skies.
He captured that beauty to put in her eyes.
"My Sun's warmth will be bred into her heart."
"No stature of creature will be bred as smart."
He looked upon the Rockies an' the beauty there in.
He thought, "That's the beauty I'll put in her grin."
He thought of His fire an' how hot it does burn.
"That's the intensity of My Cowgirl's concern."
"My oceans are strong an' mighty like Me."
"Just how I want My Cowgirl to be."
He thought how His trees do flex in His wind.
"My Cowgirl will flex, like these she will bend."
"My prairies have stretched both vast an' wide".
"That's the same Love she'll carry inside."
"The measure an' vastness of the depths of My oceans."
"The same measure is set for My Cowgirl's emotions."
He pondered the gentleness of His spring day rain.
"That's the gentle ease I want in her brain."
"My birds toil tirelessly for endless hours."
"Man can't count the bounty of My flowers."
"My Cowgirl will match the energy of My birds."
"Like My flowers her beauty can't be captured with words."
He reflects back on life an' how it begins.
The future of it all an' how it all ends.
That's the way it is an' the way it should be.
"She's dog-gone near perfect, for My whole world to see."
By Jim "Ish' Fellers
Copyright ©: March 24, 2004 ~ Wednesday