cowboy poetry

to the passionate lover
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
when the hours of day are numbered
i love the old melodious lays
there are three ways in which men take
in his guarded tent