Tears On The Wind

Born of leather, bathed in dust, he just is,

soul without age or end,

a nod for hello and in silence he just goes.

His life is declared upon his face and his

heart in tuned to face life’s race.

The smell of earth is familiar and good.

It is his, Old Spice, as he watches his herd.

It is a long and dusty ride that makes

for a long and lonely night.

It is said that a cowboy cannot cry.

I believe that to be true.

But when would he have the time with so much living to do?

Now that same rich soil, he treads upon 

longs for seed to sprout,

from  gentle springtime rains.

Just as God’s good rain releases said seed.

Those rains anoint his path, those same rains,

refresh both soil and soul.

It is Heaven's tears measured out with grace

that spare the cowboy's soul.

They make ready his way and

hide his pain with neither a goodbye or hello.

Author's Note

this was written after reading Lee's poem A cowboy can't cry

Reviews

[Yasmin]

Powerful and amazing
I love this poem
Well done

[lee von cleef]

Thought in motion, penned on paper,containing the soul of a cowboy, westerly woven
Lady Palmer lets us feel the soul of a Hand, a Cowboy, come and go,earthy powder fills the cafe tonight.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

oh the wrath of repression...supression expressed skillfully here....

[roarke]

The legend of the cowboy, I don't think anyone could render it better. As quintessentially defined as a Remington Bronze. Excellent piece.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When you are raised to be tough it becomes natural to act that way. There is a song called "A Cowboy's Born With A Broken Heart" that says it all.