Our old friend leaning H has been making the big time with his poetry. He use to share his talent some with us. I miss him not doing that anymore so I copied one to share here. Hope he doesn't get mad at me for doing it.
A cowboy, just a cowboy,
It’s all I’ve ever cared to be.
I don’t need fame or fortune,
They hold no appeal for me.
Cities with their chaos,
Simply spook away my hope.
I’ll stay out here where it’s empty,
With good horses I can lope.
Most say my life’s fruitless.
Fancy house and cars, the norm.
But I feel a little sorry for,
Those who must conform.
And who are they to judge me?
What makes them qualified?
Hell, they’ve never owned a saddle,
They work for money, not their pride.
They’ve never seen a morning,
In the middle of the fall.
The perfection of the mountains,
Soaked in the wonder of it all.
They’ve never seen a new calf,
Stand on wobbly knees.
His mother talking quiet,
To set his new life with ease.
They’ve never spent a summer,
Makin’ circles across the range.
No, they’re stuck inside a cubicle,
But I’m the one that’s strange?
They’ve never stepped a straddle,
A big stout two year old.
Felt his muscles tighten,
When the mornin’s kinda cold.
They’ve never smelled the sage brush,
Seen the cactus all in bloom.
Never survived a wicked drought,
Felt rain chase away the doom.
Never heard the silence,
Felt the peace that it can bring.
Never listened by a camp fire,
To the coyotes when they sing.
Never been invested,
As a steward of the land.
Never felt the pride well up,
Seein’ cattle wear their brand.
A cowboy, just a cowboy,
It’s all I’ve ever cared to be.
Your approval does not matter,
You do you. I’ll do me.
Darrell Ekker Holden
October 19th 2025
Darrell Holden
A cowboy, just a cowboy,
It’s all I’ve ever cared to be.
I don’t need fame or fortune,
They hold no appeal for me.
Cities with their chaos,
Simply spook away my hope.
I’ll stay out here where it’s empty,
With good horses I can lope.
Most say my life’s fruitless.
Fancy house and cars, the norm.
But I feel a little sorry for,
Those who must conform.
And who are they to judge me?
What makes them qualified?
Hell, they’ve never owned a saddle,
They work for money, not their pride.
They’ve never seen a morning,
In the middle of the fall.
The perfection of the mountains,
Soaked in the wonder of it all.
They’ve never seen a new calf,
Stand on wobbly knees.
His mother talking quiet,
To set his new life with ease.
They’ve never spent a summer,
Makin’ circles across the range.
No, they’re stuck inside a cubicle,
But I’m the one that’s strange?
They’ve never stepped a straddle,
A big stout two year old.
Felt his muscles tighten,
When the mornin’s kinda cold.
They’ve never smelled the sage brush,
Seen the cactus all in bloom.
Never survived a wicked drought,
Felt rain chase away the doom.
Never heard the silence,
Felt the peace that it can bring.
Never listened by a camp fire,
To the coyotes when they sing.
Never been invested,
As a steward of the land.
Never felt the pride well up,
Seein’ cattle wear their brand.
A cowboy, just a cowboy,
It’s all I’ve ever cared to be.
Your approval does not matter,
You do you. I’ll do me.
Darrell Ekker Holden
October 19th 2025