Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Cowboy




Srong.
Bold.
Alone.
Lonely.
A campfire at night.
The hard desert floor.
A thin blanket.
Stars shine on him
Sleeping rough
Like men did
In the days before
Men became more
Than just men
They rode alone
Until the prairies ended
And the cattle roamed free
While the cowboys’ road
Into the sunset
Still wearing their hats
And finding their place

In another world

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