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 (c) May 13, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved