Cowboys
A cowboy of old, the wild west kind
Lived by a strict code you will find
Fed any stranger and his horse
No questions asked because
Next time, next town he might be
That stranger needing help you see
Rode with the animals slept by a fire
Living in a house was not his desire
Could tame a horse in no time at all
A brave soul that followed natures call
Not like the cowboys of today
Who dressed to kill would look away
From a stranger needing a meal
No code of honour does he feel
Has Sunglasses pushed up on his head
The old cowboy would rather be dead
Than look like today’s cowboy with trainers on
No leather chaps with fringes upon.
Always I will visualize when the word cowboy I hear
A crinkly faced western cowboy in charge of wandering steer
Penned April 13 2014
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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