Peasantry Beauty Poem by Mark Heathcote

An image of pink and gold
A cowgirl milking her dairy herds
Peasantry beauty, that is-untold
A hard-working girl for sure
... Swat on a cobbled brick floor
Truly, she's diligently heavenly
Someone gave this country-dweller
A princess's embroidered robe
And, spread it on the ground
Let these well-to-do eyes swell
Let them all drown in their pride
Who're they to shade the sun?
When open, curtains; aren't drawn.
Ah, even the devil would give up
His kingdom's crown tempted
By, such a delicate frown virtuous.
He's not too proud and tries to snatch her
He's not too proud to squeeze her
Scoop her up & climbs aboard a rainbow
A cowgirl dressed in pink and gold.
Peasantry beauty who knew
It could be this manifold.