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A Love Story
A sweet Boston girl fell in love with a cowboy With big calloused hands and a genuine smile And kindly grey eyes that spoke softly of rain clouds Of enduring love that would conquer each trial She said “yes” of course when he did pop the question And after the wedding, they headed out west Where he had a homestead with a cabin he’d built Five years of ‘proving up’ settled the rest To say there were hard times would not tell the story Their first-born, at four months, succumbed to the chill, Some cattle and sheep could not take the blizzards And the snow piled way up beyond the broad sill But spring did come and with it new courage Vegetables sprang up and newborns arrived Foals frisked and lambs played in tall grass of fescue Neighbors helped neighbors and everything thrived More children came; they shored up the cabin They added more rooms ; they put up a loft They built up more shelter for all of their livestock His love was strong and hers remained soft A school house went up on a nice summer’s day The men brought their tools and the food—a delight One of the women said she’d be the Teacher So the School of the Prairie was launched overnight Years passed and with them, the ups and the downs The couple grew old, except not in their hearts She still was his sweetheart from all those years back He still was the fire in her innermost parts A sweet Boston girl fell in love with a cowboy With big calloused hands and a genuine smile And kindly grey eyes that spoke softy of rain clouds Of enduring love that would conquer each trial
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2015-02-07 10:09:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Marcia, I have a personal hankering for a good love story! Sometimes the references are self-perpetuating and that is the best image of the whole- sort of like this story. You never tell us if you are related to the participants, yet you spin a story that was common, even the enduring love, at another time in this country’s time line. It makes me wonder, and wander, for the time to be alive in harder and simpler times. “Innermost parts” a wonderful turn of phrase, like the life they led, both simple, yet complex. I enjoyed the read, would have liked to know the people!
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