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.
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September 21, 2014
Form: Free Verse
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