I see him walking towards me
he has a kind of loose limbed rangy walk
as he swings through rotating city doors
I can't find it in me to talk
his presence leaves me floored
a cowboy from out on the range
on a visit to city he's bored
and feeling more than strange
face creased like aged leather
he works out in all weather
how i wish we had met
on the range
not a set
and lived on into
happy forever
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
I see him walking towards me
he has a kind of loose limbed rangy walk
as he swings through rotating city doors
I can't find it in me to talk
his presence leaves me floored
a cowboy from out on the range
on a visit to city he's bored
and feeling more than strange
face creased like aged leather
he works out in all weather
how i wish we had met
on the range
not a set
and lived on into
happy forever
I've always been attracted to the idea of life on the range with a taciturn cowboy...;o) mind you romantic visioning is quite differant from reality often I did live off the grid and only cold running water in a 3 room cabin with 3 children once for awhile Lol that woke me up :oD
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