A horseback Silhouette against orange skies.
She rides the fence line in as the day dies.
Been out in the south forty since day break.
Mendin fence with her Border Collie Jake.
A roll of wire and a fence stretcher that flops.
Every time her Blue Roan’s back leg drops.
Seventeen and half hands high at the withers.
Raised him from a colt from ol Dan Smithers.
This cowgirl off the D bar D ranch.
Takes the west fence trail branch.
Would rather be on her horse than in a car.
Rocking horse motion takes her mind afar.
Straw-blonde hair under a black Stetson.
Freckles under green eyes call her Madison.
Thirty Seven years old and wonders about a man.
And she wonders if he can.
Be better than the last
Wonders if he can just get past.
Her tomboyish ways and calloused hands.
Just wants a guy that understands.
The ABC’s of life.
Would love to have her for a wife.
She’ll knock your eyes out in skin tight jeans.
This rough-hewn cowgirl queen.
Stands five foot ten a tad narra at the hip.
Broad shoulders and a vice-wound grip.
That’ll make you wince if she wants.
Green eyes that sparkle when she taunts.
Comes with working her hands.
And with sweat from her hat band.
That streams down her dusty face.
Leaving trails of effort and grace.
That hard work brings she welcomes it’s embrace
Has no wristwatch, braclets or tokens.
No place for things on her that are easily broken.
Loves her dog and horse more than any man
A hard loving woman more than most men could stand.
Takes her men as serious as her work
Not looking for your average bar room jerk.
Can separate their wheat from the chaff
Tells them so while she laughs.
Madison the D bar D cowgirl
She’ll make your head swirl.
Rides up to the barn at the D bar D
Sees the sun die in a bleeding red sea.
Ties up her horse on the hitching rail
Lugs over a large water pail.
Lets him drink while she loosens the cinch
Pats him on the neck so he won’t flinch.
Walks around behind him to the wire
Pulls it off him and admires.
What a good, gentle horse he really is
She wonders about all the twentyfirst century whiz.
She pulls the saddle off of his wet saddle blanket
Removes the blanket, brushes him and notices her locket.
Pulls her gloves off as she holds it in her hands
Picture of her young smiling son to her heart demands.
A twinge of pain, as her memory bring him back again
His loss is her constant bane.
Lost to a drunk driver at the wheel
Looses her pain in fence wire and the feel.
As it creases her hands thru the gloves
A product of her toil she’s come to love.
This twenty first century enigma in jeans and cowboy boots
Too broad-shouldered for any female business suits.
Would make her feel like a duck out of water
This female fatales’ western daughter.
She puts her horse in his stall
Pulls a fresh bail of hay from the wall.
Breaks off three flakes throws it in the manger
Some apples, oats and molasses she arranges.
“God you make them apples sound good!”
She tells him as he looks at her it’s understood.
He likes the way she laughs at him and her hugs
Around his big neck” I love you ya big lug.”
Words of endearment from this human
Tears in her eyes, from barn light lumen.
She holds his neck as she cries
Her other hand on her locket she sighs.
She stands up takes off her hat runs her hands thru her hair
I’ve never seen a soul finer or one so fair.
Wonders where she’s going in this life
Her Levi jacket wet with tears of her strife.
This happens once a week give or take a few
And it never gets an easier the pain always the same hue.
“Tomorrows another day,” she whispers to her soul
Thru shakey lips she hopes to extol.
Some sort of relief to her broken heart
Walks into the bunkhouse “Gimme three fingers Bart.”
She says to the ranch bar keep
“Yes Mam Miss Madison, her eyes no longer weep.
Tosses back a big shot of Jack Daniels
Slams the glass back down on the barrel.
Leaves it upside down and walks to her bunk
Peels off her clothes and walks into the shower.
Madison from the D bar D
Prettiest cowgirl I ever did see.
You can see her out on the fence lines
Listening to the wind as it whines.
Thru the barbwire and the windmills in her mind
Takes her someplace else undefined.
I surprised her one day on the east line
And the look in her green eyes, sublimed.
Until she came back to me
And the strangess I saw there did flee.
“Hey Dave you startled me!”
She chuckled as she slapped her knee.
I’m the only man on the D bar D that will work with her
In these times that are and times that were.
The other cowboys say she spooks their horses
Says she’s got some kinda supernatural forces.
She works me into the ground
My horse is okay when she’s around.
And I get to hold her when she cries
She smells like leather, denim and the deep blue sky.
Madison from the D bar D
The prettiest cowgirl you’ll ever see.
I’ve ridden a thousand miles of fence line with her
In the times are that and the times that were.