Just an Old Cowboy

Just an Old Cowboy ragged and worn

stains on his shirt with jeans thin and torn.

He moved kinda slow and talked slower still       Old Cowboy 2

but none of this fooled me

cause he’d tamed these wild hills,

and no man could make it

to his age in these parts.

Without being rugged and unless he was smart.

I entered the cabin and was looking around

when he signaled me over, to come sit down.

He rubbed the fingers of misshapen hands

as rough and gnarled as the lay of the land.

He gazed out the window and started to speak

as he started to going back in time.

He spoke of his horses and then of his wife

reminiscing bout good times he’d had.

He told of their  hardship, trouble and strife

that was all a part of the Cowboy life.

Then he spoke of his family

who’d brought him such joy

his beautiful daughters, the birth of their boy.

His eyes teared up and he turned away

saying; ’Loosing my wife,

took the best part of me, that day.’

Well I lost my Old Cowboy in his 86th year.

I still have his picture, and even now I can hear

his gravely voice, see those twinkling eyes.

I still visit his mountain,

cause that’s where he lies.           Hansi Riley

Advertisements

Unconditional Love!

All snuggled up

on my lap again

this white ball of fluff

my forever friend

What is she thinking

what does she see

with those little black eyespper 5a

smiling up at me

She has such patients

this little clown

so full of kindness

when I’m feeling down

This wondrous creature

had to be

sent from above

to watch over me!    Hansi Riley

She is such a wonderful companion, she is on my lap as I type this.  She’s my little cutie. (=

Things of changed, cancer took her she’s in heaven now, I will always love and miss her

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. (=

In Memory of a Friend for Life

I say my prayers as I go to bed

and just below where I lay my head

this magical creature sleeps so near

like she’s been doing for so many years

She stole my heart as a pup

two black eyes in a ball of fluff

time went fast from moments to years

as I lay with her I push back the fear

gathering her close to savor our time

she’ll be with me forever

this little angel of mine.   Hansi Riley

Casey March 2013 died on March 22 2013 my chubby bunny 1

We got her at 8 weeks old and she blessed us with her love, friendship, puppy like exuberance, intelligence and joy.  She gave us so much more than we could have ever given her.  She will be with us always.

What Friends Do!

‘Poof’ another zinger!  They seem to come out of nowhere and pop into our lives, the ups and downs can be overwhelming, especially if handled alone.   Having the support of friends and family can help us assimilate new issues, possibly lessening the stress or increasing the enjoyment of the situation.  Being able to laugh, cry or  even bounce ideas off one another is huge. Sometimes just being there for each other is enough… that’s what friends do.   Hansi Riley

friendship also