A Life No One Will Tame

by ReaderOfSoulsunknown, Texas, USA

Jan 2011 709 Views 6 comments

A Life No One Will Tame

The Western trails bore longhorn
Over oceans of grass plain
And cowboys rode like captains
Through waves of sun and rain

4-inch brims and rowelled spurs
Along with chaps and latigo
Matching leather on face and saddle
Of a seasoned, working pro

Some say the era of the cowboy
Is but a faded dream at best
But that independent spirit
Remains the heartbeat of the West

Miles removed from concrete jungles
On open vistas kissed by sun
Modern cowboys ride the range
Just like those days the West was won

So word and song is raised in honor
To everyone who bears the flame
Who stokes the fire of admiration
For a life no one will tame.

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Posted: Jan 2011

About this poem:

A look at cowboys past and present.

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Comments (6)

FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKJan 9, 2011

Hi Mary

I could listen to your tales of life in the saddle from dawn till dusk. Another gem...

Best wishes

Bill x

marikiaTbilisi, GeorgiaJan 10, 2011

"So word and song be raised in honor..." - another beautiful toast to cowboys, whose toil is never lost on those, who admire their courage and perseverance. Well done, ROS, another heartfelt toast raised for those who ride on western trails. May God watch their trails! Beautiful toast skilfully wrapped in words.

ReaderOfSoulsOPunknown, Texas USAJan 10, 2011

An independent spirit can never be tamed. :)For it is not a life for the faint of heart or those without courage. Believe it or not, it wasn't written as a toast, but rather a tribute to timeless working cowboy. I'm glad you all liked it. :)

Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaJan 11, 2011

"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy. These words he did say as he proudly stepped by". The "Streets of Laredo" how does the song go? Cowboys or as we call them drovers...there's such a romanticism there. I think I'd rather be a drovin'. Cheers ROS.