Local Social Network for the Arts Community in Central Valley
the dust blows across the dirt
leaving specks of land on her petticoat dress
she stands alone and lonely
in a group of suitors and dames
her expression is one of youth and death
he rides by and she dreams of his touch
a glimmer of hope reaches out to him
as he passes on his patchwork horse.
as he turns towards her, she does not glance away
she is only 'seemingly' innocent he thinks
as he stares into her eyes of green
he reminisces of her words that night in the dark
when stolen moments were actually seconds
and she told him of her heart and mind
and that they would forsake approval to be his
the sound of spurs wake him from his dream.
she sees mayor and sheriff strut down the street
she will not be owned or used by him for his advancement
not even he knows what has been done in the name
of gaining a foothold in this dustbowl of saloons and proprioty ..
she cares not about the hushed disapproval
she cares only for the small house in the meadow
that she hopes that someday they will call their own.
he watches the turn of events between daughter and mayor
and knows that someday she will try prevent him
from defending her honor, but he will do it all the same
he remembers the night preceding the current
how she stole away from her bedroom window
to meet him the backwoods under a starlit sky
the way she howled in freedom and in his arms.
the bridge where they first met
comes into view and she watches him pass through
he is off to drive the ranchers cattle
she thinks of each barn he will pass with envy
each field of grain that will wave to him as he rides by
the hills that seem to sway with the wind give her ease
that she will be by his side again.
so many afternoons spent in the fields and trees
hiding from eyes and ears that would poke and prod
she loves it when he chases her but he always gives her a headstart
and begs her to be careful of going to far
but she as is always his minx
persuading with song that which she can get out of him
and always making up for the distance when he is gone.
so much time yet to be together
and their minds hinge on one night
they lay in the tall grass near the creek
she spoke with the light wind and asked him,
"do you know how i knew you were the one?"
he had fathomed a guess but knew that she was singular
to her things were seen differently
"when you let me run."