unclaimedcwby69's blog: "Cowboy"

    It's been said countless times around a campfire and in songs that a cowboy is born with a broken heart. I reckon this is true but it's not for the reasons most think.

    You see a cowboy longs for the days of old when we could saddle a horse and ride into the wild blue yonder and not see a living body for weeks at a time. We long to see the rolling prairies and not all the steel and concrete of the world today.

    We long for the love of a good woman and will sit by a fire many a night and dream of who she might be and where she might be. We long for the days of old when everyone was a friend and always had a hot cup of coffee in a old tin cup.

    I reckon we are the last of a dieing breed but we're not gone just yet. There are still a few of us ole boys around trying to make it the best we can with a fake smile upon our faces as we die a little inside with every new building that goes up.

    We won't make a big ruckus when our time comes, we will simply just fade away into the shadows of yesterday with the hope and dream that there is a good horse waiting for us on the other side so we can toss our saddle upon it and once again ride the ranges.