All Good Cowgirls

 Photography by Casey Hardy

Photography by Casey Hardy


By Amy C. Witt


Maybe you’re the kind of cowgirl
That likes ropin’ fast Corrientes
And wears a nice felt Stetson
Always lookin’ pretty
Ridin’ a Doc O’Lena
Swingin’ a Cactus Rope
Ready to drop a coil
Or lookin’ for a fast throw

Maybe you’re the kind of cowgirl
That rides the feed lot all day
Dreamin’ about finer Wednesdays
And, your roan Hancock
Yeah, he’s broke
But, sometimes he’s just alright
He could probably use a good choke

Maybe you’re the kind of cowgirl
Who rides the days away
Doctorin’ and sortin’ and cussin’
It’s always your way
Your dogs, they come to a whistle
And, you always gotta watch the thistle
That’s where the rattle snakes lay
As you’re ridin’ your favorite bay

Maybe you’re the kind of cowgirl
Who loves chasin’ those cans
Your rig, yeah its big
And, you’ve got fast hands
And, don’t ever forget
Your Gold Buckle plans
Because honey, you got them
Barrel racin’ demands

Maybe you’re the kind of cowgirl
Who helps your cowboy all the while
Tendin’ to the kids, the calves and the shots
Always with a big smile
Exposin’ them to the ranch
You like takin’ the babies for a trot
Your cowboy, yeah he’s your best friend
And, he knows all the good spots

And, maybe you’re the kind of cowgirl
By day you’re working towards your dreams
But, slip on your boots to dance
Around in your tight fittin’ jeans
Tryin’ get away every weekend
Away from the city things
You long for a cowboy
Who will buy you a nice diamond ring

 

Whatever kind of cowgirl you may be
 Just know that there are other women
Drinkin’ coffee
And, thinkin’ and feelin’
And rackin’ their brains
Workin’ towards healin’
For better days
But no matter what,
They always keep ridin’ and ropin’
And, workin’ each day
To be finer women in every darn way



Dear Cowboy Kimes

 Photography: Jamie Changala

Photography: Jamie Changala

Dear Cowboy,
I know it’s not easy
Being with a cowgirl
They’re rough and tough
And sometimes just meaner
Than a rattlesnake
They may dance
Swift like the wind
And then leave you
In the dust
Of their broken ways
And stubborn rush
But, when you find that special darlin’
She will shine bright
Like a full-moon night
And she’ll be even more beautiful
In your eyes
Than your favorite starry sky
She’ll be your caretaker
Your best friend
And your right hand man
She’ll out do most men
And, doesn’t think a thing
About competing with other women
Try your best to not let her go
To sleep mad
Because she may wake
On the hook like a hot mama cow
Let her be
Whatever she wants
And empower
And embrace her
Because she’ll rise
Like a queen
When you find her
Please hold her tight
And kiss her
Every day and every night
Hey cowboy,
I know it’s rough
But, just make sure you treat her right.

Lavendar Bath

 Photography by Jamie Changala

Photography by Jamie Changala

By Amy C. Witt

I soak in a lavender bath,tobacco smelling fingertips,
on a dark cold night.  I sit in my tub and wonder – ⠀⠀⠀

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Do real connections really exist?A bone chilling connection that
goes deeper and further than that. That cuts through your skin like a razor - love so pure you become shameless. A level of space, gravity, your own universe floating together emotionally, physically,spiritually, mentally…unconditionally. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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This level of connection where energy frequencies are higher and you’re capable of feeling the other’s emotion even when they’re not around. ⠀

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Crying together on the floor because the other is in pain.  Laying your flesh on the soil, as you both gaze at the galaxy of stars. A cowboy who swims in the bath with you as he helps you wash away your scars. From the outside he equally puts in effort and work, but always returns with battered skin and callused hands from going the extra mile so you rest easy at night as he admires you in your sleep, knowing he’s the luckiest cowboy alive. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
He holds you not behind him, but next,
like you were born
together
as one.

Imagine

 Photography: Jamie Changala

Photography: Jamie Changala

Imagine a cowboy
Who thinks about holding you every night
And working late hours
Just to buy you something nice⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Imagine a cowboy
Who only has eyes for you
And makes you feel like the most beautiful
Cowgirl in all of the western lands ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Imagine a cowboy
Who makes life easy and fun
And always lets you know
You’re the only one ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Imagine, just imagine, a cowboy
Who dreams of kissing you,
Empowering and building his cowgirl
Because, he knows he can conquer
The world with you ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But, just so you know,
There’s a cowboy somewhere
Imagining you
And praying someday,
He’ll get to marry you.

Bramer

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By Amy C. Witt

I thought about stepping around this big Bramer bull. He was big and mean but beautiful also.
His color was the prettiest of gray
and his black highlighted him well in all the right ways.
His horns were big and strong - they curved up in such a way that let you know danger was about to creep up in your face.
He had a look in his eye that made you cringe and he walked with a heavy stride.
I eased up to him as he took his stand and stared me down, looking me straight in the eye and made me feel like I just might die.
I stepped a little closer as he started making his way towards me.
I stepped to the left and he stepped to his right, always focusing on his sight.
I continued to step a little closer as he continued to do the same.
And, at some point I became within inches of the 2,000 pound beauty.
Slowly and softly, I reached my hand out in peace, as he quickly stepped forward...
And licked me.

 Photography: Jamie Changala

Photography: Jamie Changala

By Amy C. Witt

When I think about love sometimes I dream of dinner:

Specifically, I dream of this wild blossoming love with a sharp- tongued cowboy. I’ll work all day, chasing my dreams, while he chases his. And, at night we come home and meet for something sweet. I dream of dressing to the nines, every night wearing a different outfit, as I pour love into a beautiful crafted meal. The table will always be decorated to compliment the meal. I dream my cowboy will randomly come home and share something special with me. A note he wrote, a picture he drew, or just an idea he had about building our future, our life.