A warm and cloudless summer’s day,

As I stood feeding my horse a barrel of hay.

Such a shiny coat and big glistening eyes,

I was so terribly glad he couldn’t hear my cries.

The mountains were stuck with snow falling adrift,

A perfect honeymoon for the day to be kissed.

My mother was dead and father’s body failing,

But that didn’t stop my dreams to come sailing.

Lying in a bed drowning in thought,

Hiding like a criminal never to be caught.

Out in the country we survived alone,

Caring for the horse, no distraction on a phone.

But then he came: a cowboy running,

Slashing his whip with a dream so cunning.

He grabbed my hand and I fled on his horse,

My father was dead, no time to remorse.

All my pain was draining away,

Time to be strong to fight the enemies to slay.

We fought and fled but won the fight,

The field was bloodshed, not a pretty sight.

But my eyes did open and all was revealed,

It was just a dream that my brain had concealed.

I looked down: my hands bloody and raw,

Farewell cowboy running, the bravest I ever saw.