3rd place winner of the National Writer's Association 2005 Poetry Contest
My Cowboy
By Kelly Hayes
Jonathan Tallman of 1870,
I will picture you handsome,
rugged and dusty
with soft brown eyes.
At 25 you knew the layout
of the world
and you probably had a girl or two.
I can see you riding over the hills,
stompin' your boots,
smiling.
I daydream about meeting your ghost
at sunset on cemetery hill,
watching the mountains fade.
I sit next to you,
we each clasp our knees and
we are not afraid.
I wonder where the sun was shining
when you were lost.
It's just past your anniversary.
I guess, from ghostly lore, I missed you.
I'd say I'm about 128 years
and an Indian late.
That's a shame when I imagine your eyes.
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