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Death of the Old Cowboy On the Lonesome Range

Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank much better the dead horse than me he thought as he looked up at hot sun glaring. Dreaming now, his beautiful gal holding tight aching head laid in her luxurious lap mused what sorry cowboy sight this is an old cowboy sho gonna die tonight. Then waking again, he was fine alright that June morn was sure so fine to behold again that pretty gal rushed to him saying, dear cowboy ain't you such good sight. Sleep, a gentler sleep all he would need. Asleep he fell and then to death he bleeds. Robert J. Lindley, sonnet April 2nd, 1971 Note- This has been written after my watching the cowboy save the pretty girl, but then he died from fighting of Apache braves for two days. His guns empty, his heart and dreams took over to ease him beyond the deep purple veil.

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Ink Empress

Date: 8/17/2023 7:48:00 PM

Im loving the storytelling in this sonnet and the rhymes they flow so well the opening lines are so captivating and i must say i felt the lines “ sleep all he would need” so creative

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/18/2023 4:47:00 AM

Thank you, my friend. I wrote this at the age of 17 , in 1971. My literature teacher said it was a true masterpiece and she herself was a truly fine poet. With her encouragement I delved on into poetry and am still writing 52 years later. God bless you.. and thanks again.

Bill Baker

Date: 8/17/2023 4:36:00 PM

A fine cowboy sonnet, my dear friend. Thanks for sharing some poetry from the good ol' days. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/17/2023 5:42:00 PM

Thank you, my good friend. This was composed when I WAS JUST 17 YEARS OLD. I HAVE CAME LONG WAY ON MY POETRY JOURNEY SINCE THEN. God bless you...