Cowboy Winds
COWBOY WINDS
Stinging pink cheeks neath winter wool,
The cowboy winds begin to blow,
Dusters rolling tumble weeds,
Scattering about the hollyhock seeds.
Whistling, the leader puff drags his crew,
Of dust devils, sands from last year’s blew,
Children’s legs chaff amid the smiles,
For all know in a little while,
There will be the storms of overkill,
Rolling over all yonder hills,
And hardy zinnias and castor beans,
Will color the west ‘neath returning wings.
Then when it settles maybe in May,
And the colts and turtles dance and play,
Serene blue and orange skies will show,
Curls of where cowboy winds did blow.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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