Cowboy Poet
“A sea breeze be there a finer scent.”
Said the sailor as to sea he went.
And with the wind blowing at his back -
Lucky was this ev’ry man jack.
But what of the good gard’ner do tell;
Yes such are their fragrances to smell.
What could be better than sweet roses?
Luckiest it’s said are their noses.
But certainly chefs would not agree;
For the kitchen is the place to be.
And something in the oven baking -
Of such fine smells there’s no mistaking.
But what of the poet I must ask.
To describe a scent is quite a task;
And now it seems a little unfair -
Sailors, cooks and gard’ners can compare.
Yes all of these people you’ll agree,
Within there smells there is simile.
But a poet to describe what is meant;
Well as you know words don’t have a scent.
And so of this decision I’m glad;
It’s things like this that make poets mad.
And these poet stripes I’ll choose of course,
‘Cause a good Cowboy smells like a horse!
Copyright © David Maclennan | Year Posted 2016
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