Cowboy (Poetry)

I’m a-sitting by the campfire
counting stars and dreaming dreams
miles of trail dust on my saddle
and a dollar in my jeans

I recall a high-born lady
dressed in wedding silks and lace —
rash the promise that I made her
now I’m haunted by her face.

It’s darn cold out on the prairie
where the night winds softly moan
my old horse sleeps like a statue
and I’m yarning here alone

mulling over all those stories
telling how the west was won
seeing ghosts among the shadows
wondering where the years have gone...

Thoughts like tumbleweed are drifting
through the canyons of my mind
there’s a yearning deep inside me
for that girl I left behind —

blame my wild and restless spirit
now my only friend’s my gun
and as soon as dawn is breaking
I’ll be packing — moving on.