Cowboy Dreams

He rides the range from dawn to dusk
His life alone each day
Hat pulled low upon his brow
He knows no other way.

Dust and grit around him swirl
His horse and he are one
Never lonely, no regrets
As he rides beneath the sun.

At night he's not alone
For the stars shine overhead
As he watches them and dreams
From the ground that is his bed.

Spurs that jingle as he rides
He keeps the herd together
In youth his dreams were of this life
And he'll live this way forever.

~ charlotte anselmo ~

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