The Cowboy In Me…

My heroes have always been cowboys.

Men of great ambition.

Men of great vision.

Some are armed with pens and typewriters.  Others ride steel stallions and reek havoc with a guitar.   And still others speak devastating  truth with a microphone.

The live hard.  And they don’t always live long.  But they live.

They create.  They build worlds and realities out of worn-out dreams and finely shorn grains of sand.

They are nomads.  Built to break hearts and run roads.  They find home in the roaming.  Their destiny is in the endless search.

I dream the dreams of the pencap cowboys.  I live my life in search of that fate.


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  1. Have a nice day !


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