A Cowboy Is

The movements of others to far away lands Drifted into American folklore, within histories hands Fur trappers they started many centuries ago In a country to become as the years truly flowed Centennial by centennial, amidst wars between they Slowly they emerged into cattle driven play The vast expanses of prairies so green Lured Barons of the beast to their riches they always dreamed Herds in vast amounts recreating the Bison's exist Where they eventually replaced in numbers, in numerous consist The eventuality of the Iron Horse, opened these lands up even more Sheridan, White Oaks even Tombstone, led to street filled open sores The James Gang and William Bonney, are two that history has shown No care for what they declared that the Wild West was their throne The sad thing about the cowboy era, is in the scenery that was left behind On many a prairie from their past, where greed has left them so blind We have the opportunity to look back and rewind, for hindsight allows us to do So many were never ever heroes, just what do we find in them so true Just for a moment to the future, whilst countries in our time have been invaded They are the modern Indigenous, like the past, the cowboys left degraded The above are written from my heart, if you know me you will know me to be true For if I was born to the Indigenous, to your ancestors, I'd stand in front of you