She sat at night and wrote
a sweet small poem.
Of love and life and firelight.
Places that she roamed.

Then she took a small ribbon,
tied each love poem tight.
Placed them on a tumbleweed,
let it drift into the night.

MIles away the tumbleweed stopped,
snagged up in some brush.
A lone riding cowboy found it.
The things he read melted his heart.

She writes her poems everynight.
Cowboy always looks at the tumbleweeds.
She not knowing he finds them.
He, longing to find the woman who writes them.

Love dancing in the desert breeze.
travels with the tumbleweeds.............