Howdie Cowboys and Cowgals.

Enjoy some impressions about the wild wild west with all its passion ,romance and hard work .

It's allright to be a Redneck and there aint nothing wrong about it .

Scroll down to read an excellent poem by my friend and faboulous artist Pam Gallo.

GUNSLINGER


HEAR THAT LONESOME NIGHT BIRDS CRY .
HE SOUNDS TOO BLUE TO FLY .
I HEAR HE LOST HIS WILL TO LIVE .
IM SO LONESOME I COULD DIE .

NOW YOUR GONE
AND I CANT GO ON .
IN THE STREET
MY MAKER I'LL MEET.
AS I DRAW MY GUN ONE LAST TIME.
A GUNSLINGER JUST CAN'T HIDE.

THE NIGHTS SO SLOW
I WONDER WHERE DID YOU GO.
AS THE MOON HIDES  BEHIND THE CLOUDS.
I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE
THIS JUST ISN'T RIGHT .
WHEN THE MOON HIDES ITS FACE AT NIGHT.

SO ILL JUST FOLLOW THE STARS .
YOU CAN'T BE THAT FAR .
I CAN SEE THE BIRTH OF A PURPLE SKY.
LIKE THE NIGHT BIRD SO BLUE
HERE I SHALL DIE.
BUT I WILL DIE ALWAYS LOVING YOU.


POETRY  CREATED: PAM GALLO
2006