Cowgirl

She leans on the five-bar and calls out his name,
His ears flicker forward , he tosses his mane,
She smile as she sees how his dappled coat gleams,
Through long years of waiting , the horse of her dreams.
He fidgets and neighs as she tightens the girth,
 He's keen to get going, he paws at the earth,
It's just a stock round-up she's saddled him for,
What's with all the fuss, does he know something more ?
Once on the prairie she loosens the reins,
There's no one in sight on these wide open plains,
His canter is joyous, he loves how she rides,
her muscled legs squeezing his rippling sides,
He's flying now, both of their bodies as one,
The wind in her hair , on her cheeks the hot sun,
It's a feeling that brings with it peace in her mind,
She's left all her troubles and cares far behind,
The cattle herd's valley is still miles away,
Some trees offer shade and a break in her day,

Slowing to a trot a sweat bead trickles down her face,
She hopes a glade within these woods could prove a resting place,
It's cool and airy in the woods, there's birdsong, plants abound,
The ground slopes steeply, dropping down she hears a welcome sound,
a grassy bank , a tinkling stream - the music that she hears,
Dismounting nimbly , saddle off, she rubs between his ears,
"Why, thank you boy, the ride was fine, go eat some of that grass,
I think I'll take my top off and lay down upon my arse".
She stretches out upon the sward, her muscles loose and free,
A butterfly flits past her face, a bird sings from a tree,

Feeling the tickle of grass on her skin,
She senses a heat rising up from within,
Sensing the need she removes her last layers,
Between her and earth are just wishes and prayers,
With a wriggle and twitch of her butt on the ground,
She feels that a glorious stillness is found,
A oneness with nature , a sensual joy,
 Her mind just a plaything, her body a toy,
A hand rests so soft where her waters run deep,
a short time rolls by and she drifts off to sleep,
Her dreams are as vivid as stars in the sky,
It could have been minutes or hours that pass by,
she wakes feeling fresh and alive as the dawn,
Her horse in a patch of short grass that he's shorn,
She stands up and stretches, a glorious nude,
A voice calls out "Girl! I don't mean to be rude,
But seeing you lying there, so fast asleep,
I thought I should guard you, your honour to keep,
My horse is there yonder, I came down this way,
To find her some water and right here you lay".
So that is the story of cowboy and girl,
Now, their paths crossed, their true tale can unfurl,
We'll leave them in peace to discover their path,
May Life make them joyful, may Love make them laugh.