My heroes were always cowboys,
My childhood hours spent in movie theaters.
Now after all those years have passed,
I wonder where have all the cowboys gone.
Nothing made on film today can compare
To all of yesteryear’s old western films.
Today’s heroes just don’t measure up with
John Wayne, Randolph Scott or Dean Martin.
Robert Mitchum, Gene Autry and Roy Rogers
Were always so tall in the saddle.
Bad guys could run but couldn’t escape,
And goodness would always save the day.
The hero always had a humorous sidekick like,
Walter Breenan, Gabby Hayes or Fuzzy St. John
And a beautiful woman to rescue like,
Maureen O’Hara, Susan Hayward or Dale Evans
Those hard riding, fast shooting heroes
Are now riding that big open range in Heaven.
I still see them on “The Western Channel,”
And my heroes will always be cowboys.
Copyright@ 2003 M. Doris Fuller
This poem I dedicate to my husband Don.
His heroes were always “Cowboys” and I
Wrote this poem about him from his point of
View. He still watches the twenty four hour
“Western Channel.” The song “ My Rifle, My
Pony and Me” sang by Dean Martin and
Ricky Nelson in the movie “Rio Bravo.”
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