The Death of the Cowboy

And as I stop to come down,
I start to wonder why,
Cowboys ride off in the sunset,
And never the sunrise;

For when my body's cold and sound,
And the Cowboy's left this town,
And dirt will cover like a net,
Will his yielding pose no threat?

-So to everyone I've met,
When its time for me to die,
Don't you waste me in the ground,
Bury me in the clear, blue sky.

Author's Note

I really feel as though this is unfinished, not that it should be longer, but that it can stand to be re-worded for better effect.

Reviews

[Magdelena]

Heck, it's perfect the way it is. It says it all in such a simple yet perfect way.. I loved the imagery in this. The way it simply flowed off the page and in my minds eye I felt your words seep deep inside.

The ending? WOW! Now that is an ending......

Way to go guy!

Mags xx

[D S Rollins]

It's fine the way it is, sometimes simpler poems bring out a bigger effect. I like this piece.

[Marie Harrison]

I think you should add more to this one too. That feels like the middle, like you were building up to more. Something very profound. I love what you're written so far. Very creative.

[GreenSkeleton16]

i love the way it is now! excellent poem! :) the ending is the best!!
reminds me of what queen latifa said in the last holiday "i spent my whole life in a box, i dont want to be buried in one." :)