Remembrance

Hello All,
I’ve not posted in some time- and I have heard about it.
Here is a little remembrance until a well thought out post can arrive.
4 Mr. LeDoux

Well he was pushin seven,
She was barely five,
He rode up on his broom-stick horse
And said, “You wanna ride”?
His boots made a funny sound,
Cause they were his daddy’s size,
His hat kept slippin down below his eyes.
And they rode off in the sunset,
Down the sidewalk;
She laughed at him,
Every time that he talked.
His two front teeth were missing,
But he had the cutest smile-
She thanked the cowboy for the ride.
He was seventeen,
The next time he rode up.
She’d never seen inside a pickup truck.
He was tall and handsome,
Smiling cuter than before,
He’d grown up to fit those boots he wore.
And they rode off in the sunset,
Down the highway;
Took their time gettin home
The back way.
Later on, on the front porch swing,
He pulled her to his side,
She thanked the cowboy for the ride.
Well, he loved her since a child,
She’d always felt the same,
So they settled down
And hitched their dreams together.
And they raised two broom-stick cowboys,
And one little cowboy-girl-
To know god paints the sunsets of the world.
Well, he’s almost sixty-seven,
She’ll admit to forty-nine,
Still loves her like a child,
And she still feels the same.
He smiles a little slower,
At the twinkle in her eye,
And they still saddle up from time to time.
And they ride off in the sunset
In the evening,
Stars as bright
As if they’ve never seen them.
She never fails to say
Before they go to sleep each night,
“Well I love you, cowboy-
Thank you for the ride.”

This Nation loves you, Chris-
Thank you for the ride.

Reach