The Last Cowboy – a short poem

[hanako]

 

 

The Last Cowboy

By Nevaeh Osborne

Under the sky on the vast prairie land

Stood a tall man with a lasso rope in hand

A hand tanned by the sun

A hand that helped make a country run

He knew not what the future held

But it was on his work that the country sailed

Not just him but many toiled

Only to see what work would soon spoil

 

By a generation who chose not to care

To pick up the plow and do their share

So what does the future hold for these rotten youth

Only the fate made for those who refuse the truth

 

Youth! Young one please listen to me

Do not rot away in your foolish fancies

Or sorrow will be your reward

To you who only self cared for

Do not look down on the work of your father

Or scorn the labor of your thoughtful mother

Enjoy your youth wisely while you can

But forget not to take the lasso in your hand

The lasso on which the country ran

"We don't play to win, we win by playing."

-Fellowship Bible Chapel

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@hanako

Ohh… I like it!! 😊 Good job!!

Flaz: *yawns* Did the sun just come up? In the west?

[HighScribe]

@hanako

Nice! I like it!

Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.

[hanako]

@highscribeofaetherium @grcr

Thanks guys! 🙂

"We don't play to win, we win by playing."

-Fellowship Bible Chapel

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