A sweet reality, The cowboy image
A laborer wore what he could get
ready- to - wear,
would make city men quit
hand me downs
and second hand clothes
discarded garments
by men who stuck up their nose,
in a ranch or range
they'd stay the same
so Still, so proud,
this typical cowboy
could easily fit in with a crowd
but their sense of self dignity
kept them off the ground
where as city men
always fell down,
filled to the brim
in honesty
a cowboy
suits were for the rich
and poor hearted
the origins of the cowboy
was never truly started,
for in my mind
this wonderful man
so moral and true
has to be a dream
This cavalry issued
every silent night
where he fights to stay awake
while city men turn out the lights
The cowboy needed to know how to ride,
rope, saddle, and bronc'
then they had to use their bare hands
like a real man to build shelter
for the animals in which they keep
then as the sun rises
the cowboy catches sleep
Thine eyes lay witness to a beauty so divine.
To which a clamorous heart dare not whisper the thoughts upon my mind.
Dormant senses spring fourth to life from a taste that’s bitter yet sweet.
For plush gardens of Eden now bellow in envy from the fruit derived of this tree.
Through desolate deserts, which stifled men walk, has it the strength to bare life.
To enrich our souls through the course of the day, which leads to more blissful nights.
It’s because of this fact that gods among men become timid as sheep in the night.
And the sheep of a man to protect such a treasure, would willingly give his life.
Addicted at birth, we cry out of thirst for a taste we never forget.
With a constant lure from an item so pure, we indulge with no regrets.
Of all of life’s lessons from the beginning of time, it will always be know forever.
Not even a God, amongst men on earth can resist a woman’s nectar.
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