got your letter with the poems sent along . . .
I think the one called "Nellie Dear" would make a
Ain't No Bull" is funny--how you chased that moss back
and "High Lonesome" made me wonder if you're
missing things back here.
one entitled "High Jinks," well, that really made
I had to shed a tear or two when I read your
"Maverick Calf". . .
the one about the saddle "creaking, squeaking, speaking
And I liked "A Cowboy's Christmas", 'bout the pine
trees in the snow.
standing here reminding me about that final poem,
The one you called, "My Sweetheart," 'bout a
cowboy all alone.
says it's a proposal of marriage, she can see,
'Especially since his name is Joe, and the girl is Nell,
says a cowboy's lot is rough, and I guess I must agree,
the lonely life of a cowman's wife would not appeal to me.
maybe, if you'd come back home (Ohio's nice, you know)
And work in Uncle Ralph's feed store, we could talk about
I guess that's all. Good night, now. I hope your horse is
Thanks for the poems. Keep writing,
I write by candle light, now Mama's gone to bed;
She'll go to town tomorrow, and she'll mail this then, she
Regarding tonight's letter, you can disregard the rest;
My answer to your question, Joe, is "Yes! Yes! Yes!
I want to be a cowman's wife! I want to hear you
I want to hear you say, "I do", as you place on my
hand a ring. . . .
and get me, Joe, my cowboy! I can scarcely wait until
we ride off into the sunset!
Sealed with love,