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Donna Hatton Poem
The cowboy took her in his arms
and waltzed her round the floor.
He told her how much he loved her
how he couldn't love her more.
From the moment he first saw her
when he'd held her in his arms,
he'd vowed to keep her safe
from any kind of harm.
They talked about the days just past
when she had climbed up on his knee
about the time he hung her swing
up in an old pine tree.
The first horse that he had bought her
a paint gelding she called"Friend."
They had some fine adventures
and she could ride him like the wind.
Somehow, someplace his little cowgirl
had become a woman grown
and today was her grand wedding day
she was no longer his alone.
They waltzed around the room once
more a tear was in his eye,
"Oh, Daddy, don't you do that or you're
gonna make me cry!"
He whispered, "You're the darling of my heart,
I just wanted you to know."
As he held her close just one last time
it was hard to let her go.
He took her hand and he gave her
to the young cowboy by her side
who had stole away his baby girl
this lovely glowing bride.
But, he whispered as she turned away
"I love you, I hope you'll always know...
and then he turned and blew a kiss
and then he let her go.
Copyright © Donna Hatton | Year Posted 2005
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Donna Hatton Poem
There was just the wind
in the tall swaying grass, a whisper
and no other sound.
The cattle were fed and
we were on the way home
when we saw a newborn calf on the ground.
The calf flicked an ear, but stayed
in his spot where his
mother told him to stay
when we had called
with the honk of horn
to come as we threw out the hay.
Now we watched, while the day
had come to its close the sunlight
lengthened and died
the air was filled with a cows low
moan and she ran as her newborn replied.
We sat holding hands as the
evening crept in and the stars
stood out in the sky
sharing that moment, a breathe in time
and a bovine lullabye.
Our New Year unfolded on the prairie
that night with a little black calf
on the ground, the whisper wind
in the tall swaying grass, a whisper
and no other sound.
Copyright © Donna Hatton | Year Posted 2005
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