We stayed on a Mountain
I drew pictures of trees
You said my trees looked twisted and angry
There was too much beauty to capture
I ran straight up hill in high-heel cowboy boots
and you caught me as I fell walking down
We saw white tail dear
and agreed we could never hunt such a creatures
then headed to the road house where we ate steaks
You watched as I played dice with the locals
and took all their money
and danced with old cowboys
you stayed close enough to make sure I was safe
we walked around the bluff at night
and talked about other worlds as we looked at the sky
we rushed home as it grew colder
you gave me your grandmothers quilt
we drank whisky and stared at the fire
I fell asleep on your shoulder and woke in your arms
