Ode to the Cowboy

Dry as Winter
In the dead of Summer
The range of green turns yellow to brown
Waves of current ripple the meadow
Against a wall of ever changing moods

The dust is unforgiving
Relentless with its fury
Coloring his skin with its loam
True grit settles into his teeth

As the wind whispers where its been
Blowing any sanity far, far away
Forgiveness won’t come today

Cicadas strum their familiar tune
Into the stillness of nothing
Another long day in the saddle
Pecos rides fence circling the herd

Fatigue sets upon the cowboy’s brow
As the setting sun calls him home

Tomorrow he’ll return for more
Another round, another season

Into the days dry as Summer
In the dead of Winter
Riding the trail around the sun