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Cowboy Is His Name

Poetry By: Lillian Ross

This poem goes to my best friend, Charlie. He recently pasted away from a bull accident in one of him competitions. Rest in peace my friend

Submitted:Mar 19, 2013    Reads: 35    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

The cry of a new born child,

is all he would want to hear

for only six weeks,

he had left to bare.

Time is a funny thing sometimes

you never know when it will be your last,

leaving the love of your child and fiancé aghast

so young, and innocent.

A friends love and thoughtfulness

of riding the animal, he loved the most

fearing nothing, not even letting out a boast

for love is in his heart, and cowboy is his name

no one will forget get him

for he is in a better place,

running with the bulls


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