Ride Cowboy Ride
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 63)
copyright 03-17-2007
Age Rating: 13 to 127
I've been every man in the wind
Been every taste of life and sin
Been a pride
Heard the other side
Ride cowboy ride
Coffee hot
Fire cold
Ache in bones
Drifting old
Life is
Like blood gone
Cowboys
Ride alone
Silver sky
River bed
Block of stone
Under head
Drifter
In the night
Ride cowboy
Ride
Days better done
Too many
Wet dripping suns
Hat down collar up
Wind feels good
Special hood
Cowboy of rhinestone fame
Sparkles bright
Forgot his name
Coffee black
What she said
Face of age
Paid in eyes
Steel gray
Smiles
Says can't you stay
Needs to ride
Needs to ride
Back straight
As his pride
Ripple falls to ground
Nary a sound
Beat cop
Calls the day
Hauls his
Carcass away
Was a time
Under skies
Rode the range
Strong his pride
Cold and alone
His life
And death
His pride
I've been every man in the wind
Been every taste of life and sin
Been a pride
Heard the other side
Ride cowboy ride
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I like the western voice that shows itself briefly in this poem as...aren't they all cowboys of one kind or another? On a steel horse as someone suggested below, in a movie, maybe flying over a five foot fence, in a three day event.
My Father-in-law likes to make fun of the polished version- on the Cowboy label by yelling out: Tally Ho The Fox. This man ran wild horses fifty years ago and is about as real and western as it gets...yet he loves to play with the words in the song...as that's what it's all about-the ride.
Hey, I'm glad you pulled this one up, also. Thanks!
Western Barbie strapping on her spurs... what's that kid rock song?...I wanna be a cowboy baby...lol!
A year later, another visit. Another read or two, or three. Must've had blinders on, that first time around. Or not been careful enough to read for meaning and content. Still brings to mind that movie with Kirk Douglas. "The Last Cowboy." I think it was. But I can see, now, that this is not about the cowboy, but of everyman who has lived hard and played hard. Thanks for bringing this one out, again. ^^
Walter: Some of your works are over my head. This one is not. It's good too. I live in cowboy country. See them most every day. Some ride F 150's or Dodge Rams, but others still ride horses and rope cattle. They are an endangered species and you wrote of their demise in a touching way. Keep riding,cowpoke. Keep writing Walt. Dale
What we glamorized in cowboy days... drifters, loners, jacks of all trades... now we see in a different light. Civilization takes over; he still hangs on to his cowboy code. Cowboys ride alone. Perhaps now even a motorcycle rider... (had to go there :D )(steel horse?)
A homeless man now, used up, drops his wine (ripple?) bottle and dies on the street. The cop calls the day (time of death?)(DOA?)
From that point on, I like the summation of his life... it was something to be proud of.
We don't know who we are meeting on the streets these days. So quick to judge... In the old days, he would have had some sort of respect as a man living by his own code; in charge of his life in a respectable way.
Or at least the movies make it seem that way.
I really like this one. I can relate to it myself, having seen both sides as well. (I reveal too much!)
I stumbled a little in the beginning.. of course trying to find the beat.. 'coffee hot, fire cold,ache in bones, drifting old, life is, like blood gone' I kept reading and inserting here 'life is like, blood gone cold' but that would have change the meaning. I then began reading each line single.. there it is! A deeper meaning.. more feeling.
As usual, some of your work just jumps out at me... I guess something for everyone. I feel like you were fishing for 'me' with this one. (grin)
An excellent depiction of the life (and death) of a true cowboy. Not the glamorous Hollywood presentation of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans singing around a campfire, but the brutal hardships of a cowboys existence. And a life of choice, regardless the cost to cowboy. To read this work, and to read it carefully, letting the sights and sounds and smells and loves, is to see the cowboy in his life. Another excellent piece.
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