With “the Pride of the West”
Alone yet among friends,
he takes his time.
There is a orchestrated purpose in each of his movements.
Without regard for time, he watches the boys drink beer, the girls tease and the “New West” take over his world.
His work is finished,
His face, his body worn by weather, and hard labor.
Paying his bill,
he smiles at the waitress, and takes the last sip of his coffee.
He is what I once wished to be,
but no longer can become.
He is “the Pride of the West”.