Cruising in a Chevrolet with Dreams on an Open Road

Cruising the Countryside in my Chevrolet  

where Sunshine shone on new mowed Hay   

A Cowboy rode by on a Brown Stallion... 

with Boots and Saddle to suit my Fancy.  

I knew I had been to my first Rodeo 

as he threw those Ropes like a Pro... 

From that day on I went to all his Shows 

and the day He proposed was a Blue Ribbon Affair. 

with a Chain of Daisies he entwined round my Heart... 

Reviews

[redzone]

Pat, are you saying it was the boots and saddle that captured you..... but I would swear it was more his rope and lasso tricks that got your attention and captured your heart.... in any case that Chevy knew exactly where to take you on your cruise and to thse rodeos..... nicely penned romantic poetry Pat!!!!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Curt... I actually met my husband at Bronco Billy's Country Dancing Bar in Washington, D.C. when I worked at a Patent Law Office close by. Roger and I met there and we still wear Cowboy Boots most of the time, except in the Hot Summer. He did Lasso me in with his Grin. We danced to slow songs like "You Walked Across My Heart like it was Texas... you taught me how to say-- "I just don't care!". The Band also played "Seven Spanish Angels in the Valley of the Gun". Thanks for reading. gently, Pat

[barleygirl]

This is definitely a departure for you & I love it! This is rowdy, boot-kickin' type poetry . . . whereas I'm used to soft & fluttery from you! (((HUGS)))

[Patricia Wedel]

Gee Whiz... it's so great to have you here... you are the "blue bells" that ring in the meadow... in the shadow of the Sycamore tree... I must have been feeling my "Oats" when I wrote this poem. We are so many persons wrapped into one. Pull up a Chair and I'll tell you a Tale. tenderly, Pat

[barleygirl]

You were definitely feeling your oats on this one! Love it! *smile*

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the photo dear Pat. The days of being free and wild. Become us, who love to write. Our wealth. Thank you for sharing the wonderful poetry my dear friend.
Coyote

[Neville]

now that's what we call a win win my little lariat .. a delightful tale told devilishly well n gently tied with her own lasso ............................................................................. lovely Pat :) x

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... you have a way that charms an Owl... hoot hoot. I like to go back and relive those care-free days as I dreamed it would be. Born to be wild... but raised to be free like swinging in a tree looking for Tarzan... but finding him with Jane. Such is life. gently, Pat

[Neville]

you are seriously welcome & deeply tooly ........... x

[Nyx Star]

Dreams can be found anywhere, even in a Chevrolet. Whether you'll be just passing through or stopping by. He sure lassoed your heart.

I don't usually go for romantic poetry but I'm glad I stopped and didn't just pass on by.

The flow of this piece was beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Nyx... you appear like a "falling Star" out of the Blue. Romance is like a Moonbeam... it takes you to quiet places... where Birds sing and flowers dance.
Welcome... gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

What a beautiful love story; falling in love with a cowboy... with boots and saddle, a rather quick tryst that turned very romantic! I love the last line.! Who would ever think? and you wrote it so well.
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty... the reviews for this poem have been charming and delightful... perhaps we need a reason to smile. I actually married a Cowboy whom I met at Bronco Billy's Country dance hall. Turns out he was well educated and ready to slow dance. You never know where you might meet a kind and honorable man. We have been together for 45 years. We choose to be romantic and he loves that II write poems. Thanks for sharing your feelings.
gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Wow. That’s so wonderful 45 years! Congrats
Best
B.

[Fran Marie]

This is so tender and romantic ..he threw that lasso
and roped in your heart ..quite the beautiful
love story here.. you tell it well..nice

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fran... I appreciate your delicious reviews. Have a day full of fun surprises. gently, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

awwwwwww what a true delight of a love story and poem .. your old Chevy drew me in of course... i think your poem heralds back in time to a simpler way of life and love .. brings out the Romantic in me ol' bones.
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gene... yes.. the Vintage Cars were very romantic... and my "folks" traded in for a new Car every two years... in the Fifties. I remember they had a lot of Chrome... and in the Winter when it snowed in Maryland.. my Dad would get out the Heavy Chains and "back the New Chevy onto the Chains. It took a lot of patience and skill, but to my Father it was an Art. Of course, you wore Galoshes over your Shoes and the most gorgeous Dapper Hat. Memories are replaced by Cell phones and Chats... (let's pretend we are sitting by a Fire this Winter and reminiscing...) thanks for stopping by from the Ozarks... gently, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

yes! eras defined by cars, music, clothes and attitude ... when I think of my children's era ... it's all kind of grey ... we were caught up in raising them. ;))))))))))))))))))))) of course I remember the chains ... what a racket they made but got us through those deep and heavy snows of upstate NY. my Da was an Oldsmobile man ... he deviated from that once and bought a Rambler ... a gas saver, compact, ugly car that he barely kept a year. Fireside it is then Pat! ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of my dad and how he grew up during the time that we still had horse and buggies and automobiles were just getting started.
lovely piece of nostalgia.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... Model T Ford Cars were definitely on the road by 1908.... I learned in a documentary. I would have loved to live in the Horse and Buggy days.
We do have a Horse and Buggy in Olde Town Fredericksburg, where we are taken on a Tour of the Civil War History. We adore to take our Grands on a Guided Tour with Ghost Stories and so forth. Of course the Vintage Cars were a Splash of Laughter during their day. We live across the Road from a Horse Farm where people occasionally Board a Horse and there is plenty of open fields to ride your Horse.
Thanks for reading and leaving your touch of nostalgia. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, there were both on the road in his youth...he was born in 1919...
more cars than buggies...but it would have been interesting to live back then...except for dealing with the Depression.
thank you ....
do you ride?

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... your last three words brought a giggle... laughter is the best medicine... thank you for that! my friend. I cannot afford to break any Bones at my age. However, in my twenties.. I had friends who took me horse-back riding at Wheaton Park in Maryland. They were experienced Riders... and picked out a "calm older horse for my first Ride through a long Path in the Woods. They said, "not to worry.. they would only "trot" and my Horse would follow. Well, had way through the Ride Gin's Brother's Saddle fell off his Horse with him falling off also. His Horse took off in a Run and so did my Horse. It was an exciting Adventure and I had no Injuries... but I never rode a Horse again, except in my fifties a Uncle walked me down a path on a Quarter Horse on the family Farm in Delaware. I also ran in a Field with a Neighbor's Llamas. They had me running quite fast with Fury.... The neighbor also rained Emu... and I watched the Emu's drink milk from a female Goat.... I love being a Country Girl.
Have a Great Day... while I explore our dangerous World from a distance. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Jacob: Meant to say... "Half Way through the Ride... and .. correction: the neighbor also raised Emu which he bought at the Farmer's Market in Delaware. Pat

[Sami Khalil]

I love vintage cars as the one you show in your pic and also good poetry that values love, romance, things we hold dear, life, humanity and such... I'm hoping you did not get A TICKET after speeding to your destiny. Hehehe.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... you lifted my levity level this morning. Perhaps Vintage Cars and Romance will always be best in the Fifties. My destiny has slowed to 25 mph on country roads... too many unexpected turns. You are the most special poet of fine vintage Wine. tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe! You are so kind. Watch out for speed bumps. Lol
You are welcome.