The Cowboy

The Barkley Odes -- Two

by Lindabrit

In Greece I saw a statue once,
wrought by a clever, ancient hand.
Of a long-dead king, with royal bearing,
who ruled that mystic, timeless land.

He was fair of hair and blue of eye
and had a handsome, noble face.
As I gazed at him, I searched my mind,
for I knew him from another place.

Not a beautiful god from ancient Greece,
but a cowboy astride a sorrel horse.
Not Hector or Paris or Hercules,
he was called Heath Barkley of course.

Noble in nature as well as in looks,
with a generous, kindly way.
As brave as a lion, an honest heart,
warm as a summer's day.

A desirable mouth, that yearns to be kissed,
this man has a potent attraction,
earning him the enduring love of his fans
and their total satisfaction.

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