Bthe Cowboy In Me Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Found my spirit in the stars,
In water, tree, and earth.
Renewed my spirit in the wind,
Even before my birth.

On the day they all come,
And visit my sinking hill.
I hope they all say he rode off,
While ago with Pecos Bill.

Wonder where he will wander,
In these later years?
No more boundless ranges,
No more Longhorn steers.

He dreamed of campfires and coffee,
Star-studded skies, bacon crisp in the pan.
He loved his women and horses,
And the poetry, though he was a man.

Never sought fame and fortune,
Read the Bible, and confessed all his sin.
Believed that there was a rainbow,
Maybe around the next river bend.

This man I describe is a brother,
One that knows what it means to be free.
The stars in the sky maybe only know why, Confessing this is the cowboy in me.