Hold on partner,
A cowboy is heading Eastward-Ho,
Not the Ho’s in Detroit and Atlantic City,
Toward east of the Appalachians,
Not Deliverance or Brokeback Mountain,
He’s invested all of his savings to escape from the news of the world,
He was intent to find peace of mind,
He left to world’s worries and woes behind,
He left Oregon bound for North Carolina on horseback,
Most of us would consider him a quack,
But some how in some way we emulate him,
For getting enough balls to go where he wants to go,
Doing what he wants to do,
Reminds me of a song by The Fifth Dimension.
Bill Inham persona is what made this country what it is.
The society is frequent flyer, highways and by ways,
Quick to move, traverse a continent within hours not days,
But Bill has a different idea,
To slow down, to stop and smell the roses and look at the tumbling tumbleweeds,
To smell the forest and fields of grain.
Bill has taught me an important lesson,
Quicker is not often better,
Slower is better I reckon.
(11-17-2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem