Today I would like to share with you a poem that I wrote on Aug. 30th, 1994. I think this was somewhat inspired by watching the movie 8 Seconds, which I thought was an amazing movie. I grew up on a farm and spend quite a bit of time on the back of a horse back then so rodeo was on my mind. I think there were times when I dreamed of being a rodeo star always on the road. It never happened, but I hope you enjoy this original poem anyway.
Cowboy is His Name
His face is all scarred and rough,
And his voice is aged and gruff.
His only true friend is his horse,
And his whole existence seems filled with remorse.
He limps when he walks,
And he very seldom talks.
He’s always on the road going from rodeo to rodeo,
To some that’s no life, but that’s all he knows.
Most nights he has no money,
But he always seems to say something funny.
He has no wife to call his own,
For the road is his eternal home.
He likes to listen to country bands,
He will always be their #1 fan.
He seldom wins, but never complains,
He just hops back on his horse and lets out the reins.
Even when he’s down he’s always still in the game.
He’s a true hero and Cowboy is his name.
William John Marsau