We saddled up the horses, they were stomping, hot to go. One goofy cowboy hollered, “Let’s get this road on the show.”
I scanned the trail ahead of me and watched the cowboys ride. The measure of the bond we share is strong as grizzled hide.
We come from different backgrounds. Some have riches, others pocket change. But common comes together when we’re riding on the range.
With innocent charisma, wearing hats and boots with pride, their number one priority, stick by your good friend’s side.
And when this world of misforgiving squeezes you off track. It’s soothing ‘cuz you know these cowboy friends have got your back.
Some say a cowboy’s word stands strong as any social pact. Don’t know if it is written, or a plain unspoken fact.
I trust these men with family. From my youngest to the old. And thank the Lord I’ve got true friends whose hearts are made of gold.
We’ll ride all day then back to camp for stew and homemade bread. And maybe have a nice warm fire before we go to bed.
While sitting ‘round the warm campfire we’ll listen to the tales of when we were much younger, of the heartbreaks, and the fails.
The younger ones will play guitar with harmonica chimed in. And we’ll feel the bond grow tighter. Every face will wear a grin.
We’ll check the saddle horses before calling it a night. One cowboy hollers, “Good night all!” Then douses out the light.
I take my hat off to the cowboy codger and the new. They share a bond that no one else can tether to come true.
And when we’re out there sleeping on a starless night so black. We can dream a little deeper ‘cuz the cowboys got our back.
– Bryce Angell
