Three foot of struttin' man-child,
Chinks flappin' in the breeze,
Sunlight glintin' off red-gold hair,
Grass nearly to his knees....
Sunlight glintin' off red-gold hair,
Grass nearly to his knees....
Cows mooin', calves a bawlin,'
Cowboys lopin' 'round the pen,
One lonely little white-face
Walks t'wards the boy, and then...
Each lookin' at the other...
Not a word, or sound, is made...
Each thinkin' 'bout the other...
"Just you wait! I ain't afraid!"
by Victoria Boyd
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