The Lone Cowboy On The Hill

The Lone Cowboy On The Hill

He stands on the hill like knight of old
watching cattle who are his fold
Today he's one of a dying kind
in today's world, he'll probably be left behind

He is the lone cowboy on the hill
one with a now forgotten skill
His time will soon come to an end
a man who counted old trails for a friend
Such vast herds will soon be gone
as the world turns and time moves on


To be a cowboy was once a way of life
to ride through rain, sleet and snow caused much strife
To greener pastures for his herd did lead
and did such work as to cause hands to bleed


Sometimes the day was far far too long
other times he stopped to sing a song
this time will soon bid the world adieu
but for now this cowboy's work is not through.


-A poem written by Christopher
  Wednesday January 27th 2016