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