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I have loved things Country and Western all of my life. I have loved the ranches and farms, the work, the fields, the barns, livestock, and the food. I was born and raised in Kentucky where I learned to ride and care for horses. Most of my family lived on farms and/or were livestock producers. I have raised various livestock and poultry over the years.I have sold livestock feed and minerals in two states. My big hats and boots are only an outward manifestation of the country life I hold dear to my heart. With the help of rhyme or short story, in recipes or photos, I make an effort in this blog to put into words my day to day observations of all things rural; the things that I see and hear, from under my hat. All poems and short stories, unless noted otherwise, are authored by me. I hope you enjoy following along.

Monday, March 25, 2024

I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN

 I re-post this poem each year on our wedding anniversary.

This beautiful woman will have  put up with this cantankerous old cowboy for 50 years on March 29th. She deserves a medal, but I hope this poem will do.



I Have Not Forgotten

I have not forgotten, the first time I saw you

As you glided softly into your chair

How your smile overtook the lighted room                                            

And your eyes seized all the air



I have not forgotten, when I held your hand                                                       

And felt the spark of your fingertips

Or the dizzying taste of sparkling wine

In the kiss that fell from your lips




I have not forgotten, how you looked

When day gave gently into night

And the moon lay soft upon your skin

While your eyes reflected its light



I have not forgotten, promises we made

Or the tests we faced time and again

When storms, we oft brought on ourselves,

Sought fiercely to bring us to an end



I have not forgotten, the love that bound

While other ties were sadly broken

When the words “I’m sorry, and I love you still”

Were real when they were spoken



I have not forgotten, how you've stood

For all you believed was right

                                                                        
Or the comforting touch of your gentle hand

All through life’s uncertain nights


No, I have not forgotten, I should not forget

And certain sure I never will

For all that caused me to love you then

Does cause me to love you still



Kevin Dennie

Happy  50th Anniversary, Patty Gooding Dennie. Love ya, honey.