A friend from long ago…

Long ago as I would ride

through mountains and the glen

he would ride beside me

 keeping me company,

my old friend.

Through bad times and the good ones

he’d join me on the trail.

He must have sensed my loneliness

cause he’d show up,

just about then.

I’d see him in the distance

and his smile would soon ensue.

Though he never hugged or touched me

that he cared

I always knew.

His words were spoken softly

to each one, I listened well.

About his wild adventures,

such great stories he would tell.

But sadly, as the years went by

I’d see him less and less.

His absence brought me sadness

though I figured he knew best.

 Many years had passed on by,

 when in my mind he reappeared.

In a time of stress and darkness

his words, they reassured

and I found myself remembering

the lonely girl I used to be

and how much joy and pleasure

his company brought to me.

Then, the thought occurred,

that I was finished being alone.

For now, he had returned…

I must have called him home.

                                                 Hansi Riley 

old cowboy 2

This was about my old friend “the cowboy” in my other poem, I hope you enjoy them. (=

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