Hard Winters
He loved under endless blue skies.
He breathed in the wind.
But the wind left winter chill in his lungs.
Some say it was emphysema.
Some say it was an outdoor life.
I say it was women and fine dining.
He was a cowboy of Wyoming.
He didn’t regret his life.
Today his last breath filled his lungs.
He won’t see the gold setting sun.
He won’t see another winter.
It’s a hard time to bury a horse.
Cowboy was put down Friday 8/23/24
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