I want to be a Cowboy

Western poetry.

I WANT TO BE A COWBOY

I want to be a cowboy
It’s not all that strange
Just riding on the range
To ride and break a wild bronco, of course
To ride until the sunsets, on my horse
I want to be a cowboy
Riding on a cattle-drive
With a pride that comes alive
Plenty of sagebrush and cactus, in front of me
Many mountains and flatlands, far as I can see
I want to be a cowboy
Don’t ask me why?
I’ll have to try
I’m going to be a cowboy