Even Cowboys Get The Blues

I was standing here
several years ago,
staring at you people
and wondering how your lives
would wend around, aground,
Considering my youthful bent,
I did not know you then.
Blue pacific ocean,
a woman and a dream.
Snowfall and the rodeo.
Above the clouds,
among the trees,
beyond this world at hand.
She called me friend and lover both,
I tried to understand.
You were coy through playful joy
while I was badly bruised.
But that's alright,
I'm always the last to get the news.
From all of me to all of you
it's all to admit the truth.
Even cowboys get the blues.