I Drew A Portrait of A Cowboy
With Bronco Jumping to the Sun
The Sunlight, was Both His Halo
And Sunrays, His Blazing Gun …
As He Rode High, Against Blue Sky
And Came Down, to Earth-Dirt-Brown
He Hung Onto That Saddle Horn
And Sat It Like A Crown
A Cowboy Hat, Was Silhouette
With A Studded, Silver-Band
Also, On His Chaps, and Spurs
And Spanish Leather, Gloved Hands
His Jaw, Was Set, in Steel
A Strong, Granite Profile
Of Determination, Skill and Handsomeness
And Hard, Big-Country Style
… and I Love That Portrait of A Cowboy
Getting Bronchoed Up In The Sun
Seeing Sun and Sky, and A Wild Stallion Try
To Buck That Son – Of – A – Gun!
there something in my heart that galloped while reading this....probably because, i used to be a cowboy...real cowboy....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like that ole broomtail was a sunfishing-son-of-a-gun! I'll just bet he was a strawberry Roan stallion too! ! !