Cowboy Poetry: Old Drifting Cowboy

The Tale of an Old Cowboy Drifter's Journey

Deb Martin-Webster
Beneath a starry western sky
an old drifter drifted into town
his face and neck all red and raw
a hat with tattered brim turned down

I jist came here to sit a spell
and rest my horse a while
to wet my whistle with some whiskey
to see the purty ladies smile

I ain't been long from east to west
my life is like the wind I guess
but like my name I've come to know
I've got no better place to go

I drift along with the tumbleweeds
my painted horse is all I need
at morning's light without a sound
the drifter leaves the western town.

Published by Deb Martin-Webster

Originally from Pennsylvania, author/artist Deb Martin-Webster and her British husband Pete, currently live on a small farm near the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina. They enjoy the simplicity of their...  View profile

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  • Whyte Panther5/14/2010

    nice... this one rings true for the Brooklyn born italian cowboy... ;)

  • Deb Martin-Webster5/1/2010

    Thanks folks. I met Baxter Black at a ranch function. Since then I've been hooked on readin' and writin' cowboy poetry. Did I mention I worked a cattle ranch for five years [2001-2006]. The cowboy in the photo is one of the ranch hands.

  • David A. Reinstein, LCSW5/1/2010

    I see an old Clint Eastwood western in the back sections of my mind's eye...

  • Malina Debrie5/1/2010

    Sounds like some of the characters from the old westerns on the 'western channel'.

  • Donna Cavanagh5/1/2010

    What a great poem! I think you need to write a western novel or star in a western movie. That would be awesome!

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