Poem IP: 184.94.139.52 Posted on August 23, 2022 at 04:35:47 AM by Ned
A Word About Charlie
Today I walked in silence, to a spot high atop a hill.
Where the morning light brought on a numbing, autumn chill.
Some fellow hands stood with me there,
collars standing tall against the crisp, November air.
Matching sorrel horses pulled the funeral cart,
To where the journey end, just a mile from its start.
We carried the fallen cowboy to his final resting place,
And the feeling in my heart was reflected on my face.
The stones stood straight in line,
like soldiers in a row,
But told very little about those buried there below.
Good men live on through other left behind,
And need no earthly marker, marble or any other kind.
The words I heard there spoken, were words I'd heard before,
But I needed folks to know, there was a little something more.
I said, "He never asked a favor, would back down from a fight,
He'd give the shirt right off his back and he treated ladies right.
He loved his way of life more than life itself.
He put his trust in God and left his worries on a shelf.
As a cowboy, I know there's been some better,
But he embodied cowboy, each and every letter."
See ya later, Charlie.
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