Poetry Lovers: A Cowboy in the City

 

A Cowboy in the City

By Bernard Demaere

 

A cowboy came in the city.

It was one of those southern hot days.

People saw him and were afraid and dismayed.

It was long time ago in Texas City.

 

His heavy boots kept in the dirt.

His large foot prints pressed down.

His look was one that hurt.

His eyes were beautifully brown.

 

Everybody thought he was very cool,

But in a while that giant would be gone.

Yes, that man was cool, even his heart was cool!

Look at his footprints! How the wind away had 

blown.


Note: Hopefully I will be posting poetry on 

Mondays, Wednesday and Saturdays.  I hope you 

are doing great and enjoy this.

I was born in Belgium ����.I am retired and living with my wife of 36years, Cathy. We are the proud parents of two adult married children. One of each, Zoe and Steve. Now we have grandchildren as well. I love writing, I don’t write some poetry. I have quite a collection of poems.

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