Unencumbered Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams
Unencumbered
I've got no place to go;
I have no things to do.
Before your chores are done,
my 'jobs' will all be through.
I answer to no man;
I am my own sweet boss.
If I should feel the urge,
I hop upon my hoss
and ride out through the hills
to sniff that sweet pine smell
and feel with all my heart
that things are going well.
I hear you, Cowboy! I'm much the same way, except I don't have a horse! Retirement is great, isn't it? Great poem. Five stars!
Thanks for the comment, Kim. Yes, retirement is indeed great.
mmm, yes indeed, or sometimes just burying your face in their neck takes a person to an place of solace and a quiet serenity---excellent write
You are your own sweet boss --That is great.I hope, you enjoy your time being with nature and your pet horse.
I hit 5 stars for you. Now, with all my jobs, I'm THROUGH! It's TRUE! ! ! Here's to YOU, our Cowboy, YAHOO! ! ! Bri : )
A beautiful poem so well expressed. What a wonderful life. To my favorites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I love this poem, Ron. It's good to see you posting again. I will post something new today, too! Five stars for you, and to my favorites.
Thanks, Belle. I will look for your new poem.