Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Cowboy Poetry

Lonesome Cowboy

He was a lonesome cowboy, with boots of fine-tooled hide,
His quarter horse a stallion, his trusty faithful ride,
Each evening when the sunset and the doggies settled down,
He made a pot of coffee and laid his poor head down

He'd think about the morning, the cattle drive so hard, and
How the dust and devil’s heat, would steal his dried up heart,
And if you saw him coming, you’d  know him from the start,
He’d be the lonesome cowboy, laid on coffin’s cart

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Sharon Gulley April 19, 2016 at 12:08 PM A lovely Cowboy spin Peter. Congrats on being featured. I always love a good Cowboy poem or story. Sharon : )

Jennifer Griffith April 18, 2016 at 1:54 AM A Cowboy is a gift... But one that can break your heart... I used to be in love with one... In my life he played a huge part.... But for years now he's been long gone.... I had to learn to get on with my life... Wasn't so easy to do.... He still crosses my mind even as someone else's wife... I tried to get a cowboy to love me too... But Cowboys are so hard to Love... Guess that's what makes this poem so true... Great Write Love It!!!!

Connie Marcum Wong April 17, 2016 at 7:38 PM Congratulations on having this wonderful poem featured Peter. My favorite thing to do is watch bull riding. I can see it here now in Hawaii. It has got to be the most dangerous extreme sport there is. Those guys have real guts and a love of the sport, not just the money. I enjoyed your poem Peter. It is a very challenging job indeed. #7 : )