Waiting For You

Welcome To Author James H. Wilson's Poetry.

New Poetry	The Seasons It Has Known	The Ode Of Man	First Love
Waiting For You	The Woman You’ve Always Been	Now She’s Free	By Accident

He was naturally wild
When your eyes met his
And it would be some time
Before he’d hold still for a kiss
And even then he squirmed a bit

You’d call yourself lucky
As you look in his knowing eyes
And you knew he’d hold you steady
Settin’ high in the saddle ev’ry ride
While life changed, he was the same ev’ry time

It wasn’t to long
‘Till you’d found a best friend
You’d tell him all your secrets
And you knew his trust would never end
He always played when you needed to mend

There’s a hundred years of Mustang
Sturdy steed that carried you
Sure footed on ev’ry mountain side
Ev’ry river bed you went through
Now he’s kicking his heels in Heaven, waiting for you