Open Poetry #20 |
Cowboy Pride |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
From a whiskey stupor, I opened up my eyes. I slowly looked around me, and found to my surprise... I couldn't recall where I was, the month, or even day... The empty bottle on the stand, had took it all away. I looked around the motel room, it really was a mess- And as to town, or state, my friend, I could not make a guess. I didn't know the woman, softly snoring at my side... I guess that's how it happens when you lose your Cowboy Pride. One too many rodeos, too long on the road... One too many "one night stands', once too often throwed- I longed to be the Champion: the Lord knows I sure tried- But miles and years both took their toll, and killed my Cowboy Pride. Born in southwest Texas, I grew up hard and lean... I thought that I coUld ride them all, but I was young and green. Nothing ever thrilled me like that chute gate swinging wide... But that was long before hard times, took all my Cowboy Pride. Cowboy Pride once made me walk, with head held high and proud. I'd spur my bulls and horses to the roaring of the crowd. But as the years betrayed me, something died inside... And now, at last, I realize...it was my Cowboy Pride. [This message has been edited by Gunslinger (04-28-2002 12:25 AM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggsssssss) Oh John, I believe that the spirit of the cowboy will always bge in you, just as the pride that you always grew up with every time you hop aboard that horse and gallop off into the distance! (smiles) You are a true cowboy and always will be, sweet friend, God Bless You, this is wonderful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet John, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Hey, I've loved a cowboy, and I think you still have your cowboy pride. Don't worry. Love this poem. Sandra |
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