Cowboy Poem
Cracking bullwhips through the cold brittle air
Opaque clouds cover the morning sun as silence engulfs my senses
Western culture spreads though our minds like water soaks into a dry riverbed
Burly horses rearing in the dry baked dirt
Oscillating fire licking the night
Yucca leaves pierce the blazing sky
Thus is the Cowboy way….
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