Last Ride

He was a dear friend
And a man among men,
With a heart cast of pure gold.

He didn't ride to gain fame,
Never cussed or gave blame,
For his breed was so rare and so bold.

A few broken bones,
With an ache and some groans,
From the last go round that he made.

He rode for the fun
And worked in the sun,
Till in retirement finally he laid.

This cowboy, my friend,
He laughed till the end,
Till the day that he couldn't stay.

Still donned in his hat
With boots covered in dust,
He wanted to be remembered this way.

It wasn't the cancer that carried him off,
Nor death, once he mentioned in audible scoff,
Though death's horse he knew he would ride.

Oh how he yearned for that one last ride.

I was happy to know that he passed in his sleep,
These memories of him, forever I'll keep,
Till we meet some where again in due time.

Fadedspirit 2/26/2008

Dedicated for the best friend I ever knew.

For anyone that cares, my friend had lived with cancer 12
years before he rode away. Still, he lived his cowboy life
and treated everyone he encountered with respect and a song
till he passed away at 68.

Thats the cowboy way my friend.. We wish to go out in peace and with the Lord leading the way..... And I must say, that was written in a true Cowboy Poetry style..

Thanks for reading 1956deluxe.

Thanks mteagle. I guess Layman rubbed off on me a bit. He always did like my writes, though he used a few to seduce his ladies....lol.

To another angle who has gotton his wings!

Thanks MsTeddyBear.

Very nice write faded

Thanks klugman.

nice tribute faded

he was equally blessed to have a friend like you

Thanks kc, words will never be able to say how much he will be missed.

You are one in a million faded, nice write indeed.

Awww, thanks dkw.

Thanks pkh!