28 - Texas Cowboy Poem by nicola burkett

With his stone-washed Levis
His black leather chaps
And dusty cowboy boots
With chrome spears attached
He walks through the dessert
As the tumble weed rolls on by
Over head the vultures creep
In the clear blue Texas sky
Armed with a heavy arsenal
His smith and Wesson gun
Half cocked and ready for action
Underneath the Texas sun
Alone in the western desert
This rambling man shall ride
Alone in the western dessert
With his trusty steed at his side