THE COWBOYS THE PILOTS AND POETS
The Cowboys, the Pilots and Poets
The girls they say love them all
For the pilots have an air of the danger
of those who can die if they fall
While a poet’s crushed-petal scent
reflect all their beauty and pain
And a cowboy has a feel of the open
and a smell we won’t speak of again
Maybe the pilots help them feel
life’s edge of purest blue
While the poets act as mirrors
to depths they never knew
And the cowboys oh the cowboys
can touch them where it hurts
And they’ve got those fast
snap button shirts
Wonderful!