Cowboy in the rain

Cowboy In The Rain

He has seen this land a thousand times and they’re bound to see it a thousand more. To the ones that came before me and the ones that follow my trail long after I am gone will have the red white and blue running through the course of their veins.

He rides around on his ranch, his seen all the seasons some of come to pass through his eyes as well as his heart. The dryness of the land to the wetness of the ground as the puddles he has ran through riding his horse, standing tall and feeling at one with the world. With the wind on his back and watching the storms ahead.

Coming back to civilisation and hearing a loved one his always loved is dead, he buries them and on the trail he goes he packs what he can and away he goes again. Looking up into the darkness of the night he has a drink beneath the stars, he cries alone like a wild wolf in the night. The rain pours on down. screams, he roars and the rain pelts on down hitting his face. He feels alone, but deep down a cowboy always is. That’s what his Daddy told him and it was his Daddy he had to say goodbye to. His Daddy taught him everything he knew.

A son, a father has come to pass. He will never see his father and look into his steely blue eyes again; he will never get the guidance of all his Daddy taught him.

Cowboy’s in the rain, is a story his Daddy told him when he first taught him how to ride a horse.

The story goes like this.

“Cowboys in the rain, is all we will ever be. A taught you all I know and one day you will grow. You will look at all the seasons come to pass just like me, you will face your destiny, the long rides, the endless skies you will always remember. But when I lay down to die, I won’t cry, I won’t feel anything at all but peace. I lived a life and I did it all my way.

I found a love, the love of your Mother, she may grace the skies before me or even after but all I ever wanted in life was to love and be loved and I got that from her.

Even though I hit the bottle and went on my trails I always came back to a love of a good woman. In my eyes the best woman.

I had a son that made proud of all that he does. A boy that will grow into a man.

You will go out into the world, you will ride like we are now, go to the same trails we are on now and ride like the wind. Some people are bound to lose in this life but I know you will set out to win.”

I will never forget the words he said to me. My Father, Vincent James was his name, the words from one cowboy to another. The bond of a Father and Son is a bond like no other. Little did he know, the skies would grace his wife Jean before him and here I am.

Riding into the night. The cowboy in the rain without them. I cry for them. I call out their names in the still of the night. I shout to the dark skies above and hope they can hear me all the way down here. I want them both to know I am proud of all they have done for me.

I will forever be the cowboy in the rain, I will never get rid of the memories of all they taught me, and the pain will always be deep within me losing them both. But when my time is done. I will go down with the sun and hang up my cowboy boots and hat.

I may not have a child of my own to pass on all the stories and my memories on, so I will take them all with me and cherish the days I have left, I’ll keep riding on. I’ll face the storm and the seasons from hot to cold. I am a cowboy. A cowboy in the rain.

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