Red Hair and Freckles
Posted: 25 Feb 2014, 12:53With red hair, freckles & a peanut butter face,
He looks at his mama with wonder & wait.
Those brown eyes a shining & looking so bright.
Just waiting for her to say ok go outside.
With a kiss on the cheek & a hug that’s so tight.
He heads for the door with six guns at side.
There are outlaws to catch, wild ponies to rides,
Gotta get them doggies before it gets night.
With rope in his hand & hat pulled down tight, he saddles his pony & gets ready to ride.
I’m the toughest of cowboys! He shouts to his steed.
Ain’t sacred of no outlaw, Indian, or thief!
But even the toughest of cowboys get dumped.
And he came thru the front door with tears & a lump.
His mama was there to ease his pain. With a kiss & a hug it all went away.
With red hair & freckles & a bump on his chin, he was off riding the trails once again.
She knows that someday the time will come,
She’ll have to cut the fences & just let him run.
But with red hair & freckles & those shiny brown eyes.
He’s mama’s little cowboy, her joy & pride.
Source: Red Hair And Freckles, Growing Up Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/r ... z2uL0jJGS8
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He looks at his mama with wonder & wait.
Those brown eyes a shining & looking so bright.
Just waiting for her to say ok go outside.
With a kiss on the cheek & a hug that’s so tight.
He heads for the door with six guns at side.
There are outlaws to catch, wild ponies to rides,
Gotta get them doggies before it gets night.
With rope in his hand & hat pulled down tight, he saddles his pony & gets ready to ride.
I’m the toughest of cowboys! He shouts to his steed.
Ain’t sacred of no outlaw, Indian, or thief!
But even the toughest of cowboys get dumped.
And he came thru the front door with tears & a lump.
His mama was there to ease his pain. With a kiss & a hug it all went away.
With red hair & freckles & a bump on his chin, he was off riding the trails once again.
She knows that someday the time will come,
She’ll have to cut the fences & just let him run.
But with red hair & freckles & those shiny brown eyes.
He’s mama’s little cowboy, her joy & pride.
Source: Red Hair And Freckles, Growing Up Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/r ... z2uL0jJGS8
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