I write some prose and short stories

AZ Jim

AZ Jim

R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
Location
SURPRISE, ARIZONA
.... Just a cowboy
By Jim
I went out like the others
Full of breakfast knowing
From now on for two weeks
I had to survive on Cookies food

Mornings came early, too early
The ground was hard but I slept
The day was long and the sun hot

The saddle gets to a man in a painful
Way after sittin in it all day and
Riding hard. But on we rode, all of
Us.

These cattle had to make it to
Market and it was we who got
'em there. Counted, put in pens
The cattle, not us.

Now many of those cows are in
Your grocery store, under plastic
Put there by folks who didn't really
Know about them like we do.
Butchered, put on grills, served
To laughing friends with beer,
I didn't put 'em there....

I was just one of the cowboys







[FONT=&quot]Ranchers Lament….[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]By Jim[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]He stood there on the porch
And watched as she rode off
He felt hollow, empty inside[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
He had saddled her horse for her
He always did, she could do it
But it was easier for him….. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
Now he wanted to ride after her
Try again to convince her she would
Get used to the loneliness of life on
The ranch, he had tried before[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
He thought of the work ahead
The cows to be fed, horses to be
Tended to, the ranchers day…
He went out to work with no
Breakfast, just a cup of coffee[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
Not much to start the day but
She had been his cook…
She had been so many things
And she was gone….[/FONT]
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Writing is also great therapy. Wish I'd kept my scribblings from days gone by.

Good stuff, Jim. Look forward to more.
 
They're so good, it makes me wish they were put to music and Willie Nelson could sing them.
 

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