Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  The Gal from Tucumcari
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written:  April/2017


The next woman I marry
will be a Gal from Tucumcari.

she'll be tougher than a
desert Tree Cholla

Wilder than a New Mexico
tumble ****  -

Why sonny boy!...She can even
rope a steer, and bring it down
to it's knees.

She's adventurous indeed
that gal I marry from Tucumcari -

She'll know how to fix those
country vittles  - biscuits, grits,
with gravy -

as she sips on a cup of her
favorite joe....

that gal I marry from Tucumcari -

When I see her come riding pass
my place off Route 66,

I'll know it's her - passing
my door.

She'll be driving in an old pickup
filled with hay, as she goes pass
the sagebrush.

She'll be wearing old worn out
dungarees, with a scarf around
her neck, and spurs on her boots -

Sonny boy, I'm here to tell ya
Gods, gonna send her to me....

That gal I marry from Tucumcari  -

She breaks wild horses
to set them free -

she's rough and tough
with a whole lot of moxie

She's the woman I'm gonna
marry from Tucumcari  -

Copyright (c)., Ken Jordan 2017