Her's

It sat way back in a thicket of of pine and oak with the roof falling in and all the windows broke. with brush as tall as the roofs eve, to find this one could not believe. I was chasing down this ferro calf, as I went to dally, the rope snapped in half dazed from the rope that bounced off my head and hoping that would die, just left me seeing red heading back to grab a new rope is when my horse broke from his lope he must have seen the same reflection as i i saw the house, i thought who built here and why I walked in just to check things out all hand crafted furniture, they sure made em' stout kicking though the dirt, was an old pair of spurs aged from time i could only make out the word her's an old letter, newspaper and the spurs was all i took as i rode away i gave the ole house one last look just as i left the canyon, i swear i heard a girl cry.... and only for that instant, my throat had went dry... feeling uneasy about taking what was not mine i searched for hours and could not find that thicket of pine it was as if the house was not there then a coyote cry came from nowhere.......... back at camp, I didn't know what to say that old spanard saw the spurs and rode away. yelling something about a cry from above and never mess with true love.........?????? to this day i do not venture out, my foot that kicked up that spur, is infested with gout. everytime I look at those spurs I hear the cry that must be her's...........