Cowboys In Badlands

Hey, buddy, Bob! Now the time is different It is not what it used to be. The days of the drives and roundups The campfire, the smell of beans burning. Pointing gun at someone to get Some biscuits, tobacco or fruits Those little comforts to grab. Look there, over and down the hills There are habitats and villages There are signals and sign boards Neon signs blazing, the place Where our campfires glowed. Yes, John! I can relate to what you say What we used to see was the land wild and free for our cattle in the wide and grassy valleys where the cattle used to roam. Now there are irrigation ditches and there are farms and barns and homes With cars and bikes roaring. No original land made by god but the land plowed up. Alas, those days are no more. +++ September 21, 2014 Form: Free Verse