Slim Whitman sings Song of the Wild,
steel guitar runs threads of a barline
through a country diorama
I never thought I’d like cowboys
but I find myself doing just that – floral
embroidery on shirts, a recognition
of wistful male sweetness
A torn out paper collage
moon and mountains and wisps
of paper cloud, cowboy, hat and horse
cows, mesas, water
campfire stars
Oh my dear horse, why not enjoy
the bright moon and light breeze
while you can?
~ Lady