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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He was born too late to be, What he knows he is in his soul, And though he’s quite accomplished, Sometimes he doesn’t feel quite whole. He’s a lawman of sorts, Born out of his time, Trying to uphold basic beliefs, As an example for others to toe the line. And he rides an iron horse, And though it’s not a muscled steed, It gets him where he’s going, Whenever there’s a need. They say, sometimes he’s crazy, Plumb out of his mind, Searching, for something, They say he’ll never find. He rides the asphalt prairie, Through the heat and through the cold, Just a Concrete Cowboy, In search of Days of Old. He believes in rescuing maidens, Stuck beside the road, And he wouldn’t have it any other way, Than to live by a Code... “Do what’s right by every man, And never compromise, Be good to little children, “Cause life is a surprise.” Stuck between buildings, Of metal, brick and glass, The only time he sees green pastures, Is when he cuts the grass. Looking for a way out, To a place that’s in his dreams, Only other Cowboys, Would ever know what he means. When he says he’s headed someplace, Where he’ll race the open sky, Only other Cowboys, Understand the reason why... Why he rides an Iron Horse, For all the world to see, It’s his one last chance to go back, To a time when he was free. Loyal in his heart, To those who have gone before, He scans the horizon, Looking for that open door. In the company of Ghost Riders, In the roaring of the engine and the wind, He searches for his destiny, Old lovers and old friends. Galloping across the miles, One day he’ll reach the open sky, Many, will see him pass, But only other Cowboys will sigh, Because he rides an Iron Horse, Through time reflected in the glass, Riding towards the future, In an effort to reach the past.
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