Bio Note: I am a Texas poet, avid birder/photographer, and researcher/writer of family history. I started writing poetry after 42 years as a university professor as a way of recapturing my storytelling and creative writing abilities, skills I'd lost in the stultifying world of academic writing. My work has appeared in several online poetry publications including Fleas on the Dog, Open Skies Quarterly, and Active Muse.
'Twas Tuesday, about five when there was a shy tap at my door, I opened to find a pretty woman, workday attired, a package in her arms, asking if I was Peter, eyes cast a bit downward, not fully looking at me. Yes, I said, and she looked directly at me, handed me the package, explaining it had been left at her door, then smiled and said welcome to Denton, since I'd just moved in. I closed the door, bewitched by the smile, the calm of her not overly made up eyes, the way her hair was brushed, but not overly so, the slim fit of her business attire, the way her lips moved like a dance of friendly words. Day later, a knock again, this time bolder, pleasing lips inviting me to a soiree at a friend's, of course I went, a year later we were married, 42 years later we're still together, every day I admire her smile, hair, and the loving words that dance from her lips.
Elements of a Classic Western Song
Every western song needs a verse about a cowboy and a barmaid, he, in his chaps and spurs, hat pulled down over unseen eyes, standing at the bar drinking his whiskey neat, she, in her blue and white calico dress trading wit with men hot off the trail, perhaps seeking her company. In the second verse there's a bar heist with a shotgun wielding outlaw demanding money from the blackjack-playing ranch hands, gun shots interrupting the piano music playing softly in the background.. In the third, the town sheriff arrives just in time to slay the outlaw with a single blast between the eyes, then settling himself at the bar where the bartender pours him a thankful drink. As music again plays in the background, a rattlesnake shakes his tail.
©2023 Peter Witt
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