Number Three He dwells on discontent Far from the settlement, A days ride by horseback Two back if heavy pack. For years he's lived alone In his cozy mountain home, Yearning to change his life With the wedding of a wife. But pioneer women are few In this frontier land so new, Not one single woman abides In this wilderness vastly wide. He picked up the catalog again Reading it from front to end, Studying each picture and line One frayed page at a time. He kept reading number three, With a picture pleasing to see, Smiling as he made up his mind, Number three was one of a kind. Her photograph made him smile As he stared a long while, Number three seemed just right To snuggle on a cold winter night. Finally on a considered whim He sent for a missy to wed him, With eagerness he cannot hide, He waits for his mail order bride. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 11-07-04 Return   Poetry By Ken   Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone