Poems & lyrics celebrating Kansas Flint Hills land & people by Annie Wilson – the “Flint Hills Balladeer”
My Diamond Creek Cowboy
I first met my darling at the Diamond Creek Dance, And I trembled the first time that he held my hand.
Then later we walked to the creek bank below Where the moon shown like diamonds on the soft riffle flow. We walked to the bridge once right after a storm.
With the creek water raging we stood by the shore.
As he took off his hat, the wind pulled back my hair.
In the flash of the lightning, he first kissed me there.
As we started out riding one morning for strays The rising sun sent out its first magic rays.
They lit up the dewdrops like rubies and pearls.
The pasture rock crystals were shimmering gold.
We talked of the happiness our love could bring.
He unsnapped his pocket and took out a ring.
He said he was sorry the diamond was small.
It’s perfect, I said, and I love you, that’s all.
So we gathered our families on the banks of the creek Where the waterfall trickles its music so sweet.
As the baby calves nuzzled the fat mother cows, We prayed to the hilltops and whispered our vows.
Now the Diamond Creek flows past our own little ranch In the green upland valley of the river’s north branch, And our little ones splash in the shallows and pools.
They sparkle in sunlight like diamonds and jewels.
My Diamond Creek darlin, he’s waiting for me Where the clear water flows ‘neath the Cottonwood trees.
I’m on my way home, to his sweet arms I’ll go.
He’s my Diamond Creek cowboy, the one I love so.
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