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Leo Ingwerson Poem
As I am with a cervesa in my hand
I watched this filly dance around
Her mane blowing in the wind
The moonlight makes it shine
I know this little mare has got to be mine
She moves quickly from side to side
with her head held high
I picture it in my mind
This one will be mine
I know I can make it work, I'll lasso
Her yet with her tight pants and chaps
And her high heeled boots this one's
Ready to start
I'll hold my rope tight
set my heels in
And harder she fights
the better it will be
This little filly with her head held high
I now she;ll move closer to me
Copyright © Leo Ingwerson | Year Posted 2007
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Leo Ingwerson Poem
As I lay my head on this old saddle
My horse tithered to the rope from tree to tree
He stands asleep on four legs dreaming of
That mustang mare
And as my eyes start to close
Under these stars
I think of blue eyes and blond hair
The wind is warm on these plains
As I sleep I know I'm safe
My boots lie filled with rocks
Just so a rattle snake
Won't find a new home
As I drift off to sleep
I'll listen to the music of a coyote
Howling for a new mate
And the wolf is so close
I can hear his chewing on a bone
This life of a cowboy I've chosen
Just for me isn't as lonely
As one might think
Copyright © Leo Ingwerson | Year Posted 2007
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Leo Ingwerson Poem
With his face all weathered and torn
And his boots ran down
This cowboy walks slowly he knows
He still has bronc's to ride
But with a smile with some teeth missing
His eyes red and sore from the lack of sleep
Everyone knows he has a softer side
His hands broke and busted
He reaches for a rope
He'll throw with a soft touch
Cause he knows this cabayo
He's got to try
His shirt and pants are still dusty
From his last ride
But his spurs still shine
And his new hat has fine shape
And this cabayo he'll make his friend
Cause he said if he can't ride him
Then this one he'll buy
Copyright © Leo Ingwerson | Year Posted 2007
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