Cowboy Ron Williams Poems

I asked the moon
if you could ever love me.
She did not respond
but just turned kind of green
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Is this how it begins?
The final decline into helplessness?
This morning I had the hardest time
getting my fingers to cooperate
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Dear Annie:

I think about you sometimes when I pass that old poplar tree
there by the little red schoolhouse where we first met. It's all boarded
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I'm flying down the open road,
wind flowing through my hair.
My brain is in torpedo mode
and I've got time to spare.
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I've traded in my horse
for a 2024 Porsche,
but I knew from the start
that I'd have to part
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'This is the last cowboy song,
the end of a hundred year waltz,
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along;
another piece of America's lost.'
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I had the great pleasure
a week or two ago
of receiving a visit
from Belle Wassermeister
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