by Jessica A. Tucker

Created on: October 20, 2009   Last Updated: October 21, 2009

He lived his life as a cowboy

Upon a horse misplaced by Father Time.

The musky scent of saddle soap and animals,

Fresh hay and morning are memories still in my mind.

Running freely on, with the wild horses of my dreams

He comes to visit with the sweetness of the summer breeze.

Late at night when the bonfire burns its blazing charm

The smoke of the fire will rise and linger to embody his earthly form.

Tall and slender there he sits, crowned with a broad hat of black

Playing upon the round body of a guitar placed so carefully in his lap.

A smile, no, a grin vibrantly glows firmly upon his face, so happy

He sits there strumming, foot tapping, as he sings to me.

Barn swings, hay bales, saddles and spurs,

The meeting of barn smells and fresh baby foals,

Cow tunes and rock and roll, he provided to me

Through those precious years that molded who I would be.

He believed in living by the stars and the moon

He believed in appreciating the world, but left us too soon.

He is now gone in body and mind, his soul living on for the rest of time

Brightly and strong as he rides on forever as a cowboy of the sky.

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