<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=565260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Husband</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Husband is like warm weathered wood<br>A twisted cedar on the desert floor, <br>touching the oppressive sands of times.<br>Never growing towards the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed me where a mountain lion stood<br>on a sandy San Rafael river shore.<br>Native spirits played along the willows as they whipped like chimes.<br>His rusty roan horse carries his gun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Husband smells like old leather gloves.<br>Holding me like the reins of his bridle we follow the trail.<br>Old trails to roofless cabins, long time forgotten.<br>He's sings a love song with out any tune and a smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some old western ballad, lyrics of lost love.<br>He builds me a fence with rough pine rails.<br>Planting red roses, curtains of cotton.<br>His rough hands in mine we have shared life's trials.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Husband is like a cool desert night.<br>A burning star falling from the West.<br>Caressing the ledges and narrow canyons red.<br>Casualty from another time and place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nocturnal world sprinkled with Heavens light.<br>Wrap your arms around me while I rest <br>Till the fire of the night is dead.<br>And the Desert moth has gone without a trace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joni+Moosman">Joni Moosman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=565260" data-title="My Husband de Joni Moosman" data-description="My Husband is like warm weathered wood A twisted cedar on the desert floor, touching the oppressive sands of times. Never growing towards the sun. He showed me where a mountain lion stood on a sandy San Rafael river shore. Native spirits played ..."></div> </div> </div>

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