The Lone Cowboy On The Hill: A Poem

January 27, 2016 at 8:26 pm (Life, Nature, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , , , )

The Lone Cowboy On The Hill

He stands on the hill like knight of old
watching cattle who are his fold
Today he’s one of a dying kind
in today’s world, he’ll probably be left behind

He is the lone cowboy on the hill
one with a now forgotten skill
His time will soon come to an end
a man who counted old trails for a friend
Such vast herds will soon be gone
as the world turns and time moves on

To be a cowboy was once a way of life
to ride through rain, sleet and snow caused much strife
To greener pastures for his herd did lead
and did such work as to cause hands to bleed

Sometimes the day was far far too long
other times he stopped to sing a song
this time will soon bid the world adieu
but for now this cowboy’s work is not through.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday January 27th 2016

inspired by an oil painting his father George Milner once painted called The Lonely Cowboy

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17 Comments

  1. Sara Flower Kjeldsen said,

    I enjoyed this piece. ๐Ÿ™‚ You published this in perfect timing as well – I’ve been on a Western kick recently. I enjoy the mental picture that your words create – an aging cowboy standing atop a hill. Perhaps a tumbleweed or two drift below as he muses.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Actually that’s pretty much the way my dad painted that painting- old cowboy on the hill musing as tumbleweed blows down below. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. doesitevenmatter3 said,

    I love this, Christopher! I’d love to see your father’s painting. How wonderful to write a companion piece for the painting. ๐Ÿ™‚
    I grew up around cowboys and I am back living around them now. I have great admiration for the hard work they do.
    And it’s nice to look at them in their jeans, boots, and hats. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    HUGS!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. ั•ะฝั”ััฮนั” โˆ‚ั” ฮฝฮฑโ„“ั”ัฮนฮฑ said,

    Hmmm … this reminded me of an old man I met long time ago who sat on a wheel chair playing flying kite … I think I will post this old blog as the next chapter … It was at that time when I find another lesson of life, another wisdom, another knowledge that yet I did not forsee before …

    Not sure if you did read it before, that blog on that old man, but I’ll post it soon.

    This is so beautiful, Chris. An almost a sad post on the reality for most, as life never finish and never really ends until the day we die. And all the work that had been left after we die will be continue somehow by others who came after us … I cannot imagine that. But I have been there to continue the work of my parents after they were gone … It was a wrecking sad moments for awhile for every piece of the things I’d done, reminded me too much of them … it was so, so sad ..,

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Yes, there are such sad moments in life, Sherrie.

      You had wonderful parents and the qualities of humanity and compassion you learned from them you’re passing on to your children.

      I love how your son chooses to be friends with that boy with the limp
      leg that no one else in his class wants to be friends with.

      No, I don’t think I’ve ever read your blog post about the old man in the wheel chair who sat flying a kite from his chair.

      Looking forward to reading it. ๐Ÿ™‚

      • ั•ะฝั”ััฮนั” โˆ‚ั” ฮฝฮฑโ„“ั”ัฮนฮฑ said,

        Yes, I am one of the most fortunate people in the world that had a wonderful parents who has all of these beautiful qualities that made them a wonderful people with wonderful personalities.

        I would not be here if it were not for them and I am who I am today because of them. And along the way I’ve learned to be the human being that I want to be – be it in a hard times or in happy moments, I’ve took all the lessons of life into my heart and mind.

        I will search for that blog now and post it up here. Hey, you know what? I’ve decided to write a book on my childhood and about my father. I’m just starting. Wish me luck!

        .ส•ส˜โ€ฟส˜ส”.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        That’s an excellent idea, Sherrie. ๐Ÿ™‚

        I would definitely love to read that book on your childhood and your father. ๐Ÿ™‚

        You can start with your grandparents and great-grandparents for a background introduction chapter.

        A head hunter who converted to Christianity.

        And then your grandfather who had to flee Japan- otherwise his clan was going to kill him for falling in love with and marrying a Chinese woman.

        Because I think that influenced your mother and father and came to influence you.

      • ั•ะฝั”ััฮนั” โˆ‚ั” ฮฝฮฑโ„“ั”ัฮนฮฑ said,

        LOL And not to forget, the story on my grandmother being a witch! hehehe …

        Oh, I just posted a blog on the old man on the wheel chair. Check it out. Tell me what do you think …

        https://sherriedevaleriahendrie.wordpress.com/2016/01/30/my-miracle-kite-dancer/

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Wasn’t there also supposed to have been a dragon lady or serpent lady in your ancestry somewhere, Sherrie, according to local legend and folklore?

        Remember your cousins teased you about it at the table while you were having lunch or dinner and they said you had the eyes of the dragon or serpent lady?

        I’ve just read your magnificent beautifully written post about the miracle kite dancer in the wheelchair and commented. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  5. Hyperion said,

    Loved this one Chris! I too would love to see that painting your father did of the cowboy on the hill. I can certainly relate, not as a cowboy but a country boy now reaching that epic saurian age and realizing what it must have been like to grow into extinction.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Yes, the original painting was lost when the house was emptied by the Estate lawyer’s agents after my dad died.

      I think a fellow teacher on the staff of the last school he taught at did buy a reproduction print of that painting.

      I hope so so that it is still in existence.

      • Hyperion said,

        I hope so too, Chris. I think it was criminal to disregard your father’s gifts to his family and the world through his talent in such a crass way. But, that is the hallmark of life. Nothing has permanence, only longevity if luck prevails. Everything I do, I’ve lost it even before I let it go. Would love to change that.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, it was criminal.

        My sister’s greed in wanting the house sold certainly left a lot of damage and tragedy and devastation in its wake.

      • Hyperion said,

        We focus so hard on material things and achieving our objectives, we forget our humanity is what redeems us, not the thrill of a quick sale.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Exactly.

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