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Arthur Chapman (Артур Чепмен)


The High-Heeled Boots


He stands upon the city street, keen-eyed, and brown of face,
He seems to bring a breath of air from some broad prairie space;
He’s perched upon a pair of heels that fit the stirrup’s curve,
That meet the bucking bronco’s plunge and counteract each swerve;
And of all the chaps with whom the gods are ever in cahoots
  Give me the cattle-puncher in the high-heeled boots.

He brings a hint of wider skies, of ranges that are vast,
Of manful vigils in the days when sweeps the wintry blast;
All out of step with things in town, he sees the crowd surge by;
The sage is in his nostrils still — he hears the gaunt wolf cry;
He rides as Alexander rode — the bell rings when he shoots —
  The gallant cattle-puncher in the high-heeled boots.

He is the last of that old guard defending Cattle Land,
Those knights who jousted for the cause — blood brothers of the brand;
But now they’ve fenced the water-hole, they’re harrowing the plain,
They’re changing all the sagebrush flats to fields of waving grain;
The cowmen will be gone, they say, and there are no recruits —
  Good-bye, brave cattle-puncher in the high-heeled boots!



Arthur Chapman's other poems:
  1. Arroyo Al on Worry
  2. Daylight Saving in Cactus Center
  3. Christmas Shopping in Cactus Center
  4. The Old Yaller Slicker
  5. The Magic Mulligan


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