My Dream

I have a dream I could quit drifting around
and I could take up a wife and settle down
Together we’d buy us a small piece of ground
a place we could share and let our love abound

We’d sit on the porch and smell the wildflowers
that float upon the breeze after spring showers
Hold hands and gaze at the sunrise for hours 
all the happiness in the world would be ours

We could walk side by side while time drifted by
watching the clouds moving across the blue sky
Could raise our children and watch while they try
to grow to be adults right before our eyes

That’s this old cowboy’s dream that will never be
the life I’ve always known is on the prairie
M fate is to wander ever endlessly
I’m afraid it’s too late to ever change me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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August 3, 2023 at 6:32 AM
I agree with Robert…… Jerry….you are the master of cowboy poetry! I really enjoy your poems….you write with such realness ,honesty and humour….great combo! Debx
Brotherton Avatar
August 3, 2023 at 7:38 AM
Wow Deb, you humble me with your wonderful words. Thank you so much.
Hinshaw Avatar
August 2, 2023 at 12:57 PM
Another masterpiece from the Master of Cowboy Poetry! Enjoyed! - Bob H
Brotherton Avatar
August 2, 2023 at 5:42 PM
much appreciated Bob. I consider this high praise coming from s poet with your talent.
De Beaulieu Avatar
August 2, 2023 at 12:11 PM
Hello Jerry, I thought cowboys some cowboys get married. Don't they? enjoy your day my friend. /Darlene\
De Beaulieu Avatar
August 3, 2023 at 12:24 PM
Hello Jerry, Yes I do see the difference in the cowboy and the dieheart cowboy. Enjoy your day my friend. /Darlene\
Brotherton Avatar
August 2, 2023 at 5:40 PM
Yes, some cowboys did get married. More so in the modern days. But there has always been a difference between a ranch hand and a die-hard cowboy. For a hard-core cowpuncher, the prairie life keeps drawing them away. It is almost like an addiction.
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