Free blowin wind...hearing what it says...listening to peace,
opting out to being lonesome in a city of stagnant air...
and invading noises.
Sagebrush and me, not a house in sight...pan and coffee pot.
I am a proud Cowboy!
Smelling the morning on the desert in wide open spaces,
or by silvery moonlight with stars a winkin down at me.
I am Free!
My saddle my pillow, My horse my companion.
I am a proud Cowboy!
When I die, lead old paint out of his stall, tie my bones to my
saddle...and we'll ride West by way of the prairie we love best.
Gotta Love a Proud Cowboy!
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Now to me, that's livin right!
Be always safe,
Karen
Your cowboy has such complexities underneath a simple exterior of grit.
Blessings,
Christine
and a Cole Porter resonance.
John
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Loved this idea, picture helped make it all real.
Uh, can I bring my computer? My CD's and player. Electric toothbrush, and maybe digital camera, and oh yeah, what about . . .
Donna