Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

Elizabeth Taylor, Set of  "Giant", by Frank Worth

The Mag #231



Chase down your passion like it's the last bus of the night. ~Terri Guillemets

I have skinned my knees for far lesser things
recklessly chasing tumbleweeds and lassoing dreams
carrying the load with my own bare hands
searching for meaning on my own spot of land
it takes giant strength to break a steed
and yet another kind to set him free
so now I plow hard on a lonely plain
hoping for sunshine praying for rain
for finding purpose and chasing dreams
is a thirsty calling and a tricky thing
you can get stuck in the mud falling hard
or lose your way and break your heart
either way it is an awkward gravel path
where boots get torn and tires go flat
so cowards need not apply for this post
keep your baggage and just stay home
I'm searching for greater things something more
and it can't be bought at the corner store
I will probably get robbed or ripped to shreds
digging for gold that could never be lent
but that has never before shattered my dreams
and I have skinned my knees for far lesser things.