It may not be good, but it's original...

AZ Jim

R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
Reading an exchange here this morning about meat consumption played in my mind till I put it down on paper.


Cowboy

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 get 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 me.

Butchered, Put on grills, served
To laughing friends with beer,
I didn't put 'em there....

I was just one of the cowboys....

AZ Jim
 

Jim, something about this resonates with me. I am no expert or critic; in fact I never liked or understood poetry that refused to rhyme.

My goodness, I just want to re-read it. Thanks for sharing!
 
I don't know how many really "get it". It should reflect a respect for the life taken for the life sustained, and how we all have an out as to what happened to the cow. I eat meat. But, I respect the life lost to provide it.
 
I get it Jim, I'm like you, although I eat meat, I'm an animal lover and respect the life lost to provide it. I only wish that the animals had a good life and were free, uncaged, and well cared for.
 


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