Old cowboys don’t die
They board planes and fly away
Run down boots, no spurs
I picture his horse
Long put out to green pastures
Bent neck and swayed back
The man still stands tall
Smelling of leather and dust
Old straw hat in hand
I wrote this while waiting in line at a Southwest gate in Dallas. The photos aren’t great–I was trying to be surreptitious.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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You done well xxx
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Beautifully done. You have a talent for these
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Thank you!
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Once again you have captured a moment most of us would have overlooked. Thanks for sharing this snapshot of your trip home.
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Thank you!
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