It wasn’t all that long ago that the last sunset took John Wayne—
Not the first to go of a dying breed that rode the scarlet plain.
Yet, we still cling to a clench-jawed and tough, craggy old Clint Eastwood—
As he grits his teeth and don’t say a word – but we all know he could.
They’re last of the last, it’s true – you can almost count them on one hand.
They grow fewer with each passing year all across our once great land.
But there’s still Sam Elliot and James Arness and Robert Duvall—
Kevin Costner, Val Kilmer, Tom Selleck – and some I can’t recall.
They are the very last of the last of our western stars it seems—
When wide open space and tumbleweeds were still the gold dust of dreams
Categories:
duvall, cowboy-western, introspection, nostalgia, people,
Form: Cowboy Poetry