Some of my heroes have been cowboys.  At least one of them was a cowgirl.  My sister.  She’s likely riding the North Back 40 in heaven now looking down on us all and encouraging us to ride through this storm and get back to the light where we belong.

A Cowboy Slips Into Easy
by Michael Doyle

He'd had just about enough of winter
As if his life had begun to splinter
It wasn't easy going on and on
With most of his memories long since gone

Life was full of too many changes
Out there on the Dakota ranges
Until one day, there'd be no more days
This was just the luck of cowboy ways

He put another quarter in
The jukebox and slowly then
Turned to a half remembered smile
It had been a good, long while

This cowboy had principles seen
Perhaps more than most human beings
And he would continue to stand by them
In his promises of yester-when

A cup of coffee wore his name
He'd tasted better just the same
It was there in the proof of promises made
He knew he'd face life bravely and unafraid

It's not the place that makes a home
It's the people and intangibles you'll never own
A stone cast seemingly self-thrown
Is the strangest truth this cowboy has known

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