I watch from my seated position as he rides in from the distance.

The wind tickles my nose and its fingers dance lightly across my skin.

His face shows the weariness of another long day, the dust

surrounding his clothes from the ride. He has mended the fences, 

herded the cattle and now cares for the horse he has been astride 

much of the day.

His hands though strong are soft upon my skin and his eyes always

shine with love.

He is broad in the shoulder and could fight a bull, but one tender

look and he melts into a teddy bear.

His arms hold me tight and demand love in return but never with 

words only with his cowboy charm......................

@KMG8/2002