As the tumbleweeds drift
across the desert sand
And the golden sun
Is sinkin’ on a man,
Lonesome dusty trails
and cool water pools
he does recall.
In his mind, he hears
country songs of bygone days.
Times that made him glad
and days that made him sad;
Horses that were good
and women that were bad.
Across the canyons of his mind,
He traces the tracks
he’s left behind
where shadows of the past
touch his very soul.
Memories lost and found
sketched in lines
on his weathered face.
Where the old way of life
took root and grew,
he walks those old trails
refectin’ on better times.
He’s just an ol’ cowboy
that has ridden many a broken mile;
But through it all,
He gives tribute
to his way of life
that the Lord has graced
leaving a gleam in his eyes -
provin’ he’s found
some joy and peace
in his western way of life.

nicely done

amazing write!! well said!

Thank you,

Ladylid...

KC my friend, gracias mi amigo....

red....... thank you...

As always, a took us there journey with your wonderful writes.

Thank you MsT..