Freedom and Chains
Sometimes they're the same thing...
he freedom of the open range
Prooved to be that ol' cowboy's chains.
He couldn't seem to stay in town
when all the others settled down.
He roamed the range sunrise, sundown.
His cowboy hat was his own crown.
His horse, it seemed, became his throne.
He ruled his kingdom all alone.
And then one day he disappeared.
but it weren't what the town’s folk feared.
He'd found his-self a cowgirl wife.
They rode the range as one for life.
And as they lived out on the range
They promised love would never change.
The two rode into sunset years
And shared each laugh, each joy and tear.
About the Creator
Debora Dyess
Start writing...I'm a kid's author and illustrator (50+ publications, including ghostwriting) but LOVE to write in a variety of genres. I hope you enjoy them all!
Blessings to you and yours,
Deb
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