"ode to the cowboy"

Upon his head, a hat perched high,
His hair all mussed and unkempt.
A brillian gleam is in his eye,
His neck to the heavens is bent.

His face is smooth, yet worldly-worn,
He shows no sign of aging.
With timeless qualities he was born,
A look and assurance unchanging.

Through his eyes you see his heart,
As strong as any man's.
The love, the grief, the hate, the hurt,
His hopes and fears and plans.

Two thin lips part to a smile,
His eyes light up in accord.
A grin reveals a happy heart,
And hides yet far more.

His ears are brushed by the dirty-blonde hair,
And sit fairly close to his head.
They listen with intent curiosity and care,
And hear everything that is said.

The hands that lie close by his side
Have tnederly touched and fought.
They'll wash away the fears that arise,
And defend the right his blood bought.

His confidence slouches in times of dispair,
But his shoulders never do.
He takes on the world as his own dare;
His stride is strong and true.

This is my ode the the Cowboy's way.
The friend, the Night-Dreamer, the man.
Who rode the wind of hope one day,
And taught the small to stand.

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