ClaraBell was the schoolmarm over yonder near Little Creek
Taught the young'uns for more years than she'd care to tell
They called her 'n old spinster, but what folks didn't know
Was that ClaraBell had loved Slim fer a mighty long spell
He came a-ridin' up on old Dan, to a church supper one night
Bow-legged and and pigeon-toed , he sure weren't no prize
But there was sumthun about that old boy that touched her heart
Just the way he spoke, he rightly sounded like a poet in disguise
So the years went by and Slim never cottened to sweet ClaraBell
Now rumor had it that some cowboy verses he'd started to write
And the darned old fool was apparently better than just good
His poetry told stories of cowboys, and folks listened far into the night
One stormy night poor Slim was taken real bad, it looked like the end
Our ClaraBell rode her hoss hard through the dark to be there at his side
He took her hand and whispered real low, Clara," you ain't nearly so bad"
They put on his jeans and she tenderly kissed him before his last ride....
Barbara Gorelick- 9/6/13 For Shadow Hamilton's " New Contest Team Work"..
Written In collaboration with Robert L. Hinshaw and his Poem " Cowboy Poet".