Past the beatin path

Past the Beaten Path down the road from the the beaten path, is a cowboy not much left from working hard to raise his kids. grown and gone, nothing much left but me and my dogs, is what he said to me. could you settle down with a cowboy like me? I looked around as he took my hand leading me to the door of that old house. it felt like home as we walked in. we talked laughed and even cried. the love our hearts tried to hide, the old house needed cleaning a little woman touch. as time pasted, he looked at me and said: this old house is turning back into a home, treat it like it's your own. as we moved on. i added my things here and there! not wanting to change a thing, for the old house told a story, about how his life had been. putting our life's together turned that old house past the beaten path in to our home. where our hearts learn to mend.