Trying To Forget Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams

Coyotes are howling in the night
because the moon is shining bright.
My horse is munching on his hay
and everything is feeling right.

Life on the desert is the way
to keep bad memories at bay.
I can forget that faithless girl
who took my heart and rode away.

She left my memories awhirl.
She loved to dance; that gal could twirl!
Fool's gold she was, or so it seems;
I used to think she was a pearl.

How foolish were my youthful dreams
and all my plans and all my schemes!
I met her at the winter dance;
I had but lines; she wanted reams!

I thought that I could take a chance
and give an effort at romance,
but through some silly oversight
she only looks at me askance.

I think I hear a whippoorwill,
here on the plains where all is still.
And now I hear the nighthawk's call;
the wind picks up; I feel a chill.

It's turning now into a squall,
here in late summer, nearing fall,
and now I know I never will:
I can't forget her after all.