Cowboy Poetry and other writings

Milly and I like poetry a lot. Milly is quite the poet and I just like listening to the rhymes and rythms. Here is a collection of some of our favorite poems along with some original work.

SLOW DANCE
by Davic L. Weatherford
Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask “How are you?”

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say, "hi"

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift....

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

A Poem for Rico

By Milly

A dashing little boy was born, once upon a time,
Who, twenty-six years later is the subject of this rhyme.
His eyes, deep blue and warm and kind, twinkle when he smiles
There are even those who, just to see them, would travel many miles.
His heart, though scarred and torn a bit, is made of pure gold,
No doubt that when God fashioned it he used his finest mold.
He’s full of spirit (a man, of course) and adventure doth he love
He even one time ventured to leap from an airplane up above.
And with his love of bikes and guns and other exciting things,
Its easy to see that at home his heart most happily does sing.
Home with family, home with friends
Home with mountains, plains and river bends.
And as this poem began and now ends as a tribute to my brother,
I’d have to say in all the world there is no other
quite like him, who I love like him
And surely there will never be another.

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