Monday, December 8, 2014

A Rugged Cowboy




His tall proud and sinew body slept soundly 
on his bedroll under the star studded night,
This cowboy was half Indian and half white.

They called him Breed,
He would not answer to any other name—where 
was no need.

His hair was black as a raven’s wing, his blue eyes glistened bright,
Full lips enhanced the dark stern face, a handsomer half-breed, no one could find---this cowboy epitomized a true western sight.

His mother had walked the “Trail of Tears”
and his father was a Marshal---admired by all his peers.

The cowboy never knew his dad,
This often made the dark and moody 
cowboy very sad.

Shunned by the Whites---ignored by the Indians---
sometimes he felt hexed.
It was on an icy winter’s night when his lucky star 
did shine---when he saw his beautiful blond Clementine
---but she belonged---to another,
And, he was a white man---not a brother.

The Breed and Clementine were soul-mates in another life,
Now, what he wanted even more than breathing----
he wanted Clementine for his wife.

The entire town’s people gathered on the walk way in 
front of the only shop,
They wanted the Breed to win, so all the fighting would
stop.

The two men faced each other in the early morning light---
shots rang out---and after the smoke cleared---only 
the cowboy stood,
Never again was he shunned by the Whites or Indians he was
now respected and this was good.

He and his Clementine left town the next day,
Where they went--------- no one would say.

But if one will listen closely---on the cloudless nights, 
one can hear lovely flute music as it softly rides the 
gentle breeze down the mountain side,
As Breed plays his mother’s music for his beautiful bride.

© BEPH 1992 All Rights Reserved

(I wrote this poem in 1992, just before my trip to Texas with my friend.)

A Moment on the Dark Side---A poem about how a strong, fast and good son. Click Below:

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© BEPH 2015 All Rights Reserved

PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of these poems and if they are seen anywhere else on the Internet or in print it was taken without my consent.


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