Happily a cow-poke drove
His Ford to the country store.
Spat tobacco on the ground
As he opened the truck’s door.
Asked for two dollars of gas
As out to the pump Dan came.
Dan asked ‘bout oil and water.
He questioned always the same.
As he entered the building,
He rang the little cowbell.
Walked slowly through the dry goods.
Then upon Sal his eyes fell.
The storekeeper then jumped up
And she quickly used her broom.
Sweeping the dust swiftly out,
Pulled the door shut with a boom.
“Staying busy today, Sal?”
He asked with a little smile.
As he picked out his ‘baccer,
He thought Sal had real style.
She said, “Hum,” and sat back down.
“I will with the like of you.
Knock your boots off good next time
Like a gent would do his shoe.”
But he saw her little smile.
Saw the spark in her brown eyes.
Then he asked in gentle words,
“Is that how you say your Hi’s?”
She answered nary a word
Just sat rocking back and forth.
He gathered what he needed.
Then said, “They’s clouds in the north.”
Now at this she had to grin.
No she could not help herself.
She kinda liked this old boy
Standing at the ammo shelf.
He paid with silver dollars
And she slowly made his change.
Then sacked up his groceries
He needed out on the range.
And then, so very quietly
Sal asked, “When will you be back?”
“I’ll be back soon as I can.”
He winked and picked up his sack.
Shutting the screen door gently,
He waved at her and said, “Bye.”
Walked across the old board porch
As his boots made the dust fly.
He wished he could stay longer
At the shaded country store
And visit with sweet Sal there.
Help her sweep her dusty floor.
Then he starts his old truck up
As he makes a little sigh.
She’s quite a woman, he thinks.
Though she is a little shy.
A good old tune he whistles
As he drives down the road.
And Sal sang that same old song
As back to her chair she strode.
By A. L. Shipman Jr. 8-8-1984
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