Ode To A Cowboy
When I was a child I wanted to be a Cowboy I raced around my Father's golf course with my friend I was Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, Dale Evans..... no Gender, with my Fancied Horse. On Friday nights in the basement of St. Malachy's Church Watching Cowboy movies; with my Acme Cowboy boots My Father had brought me from New York, I slept, Dreaming..... A little while ago, in the middle of Florida, I saw Cattle & Cowboys! Searching, I found Head Cowboy who let me follow him and his Sidekicks on a round-up. Tourist have never seen early, early morning Daybreak on a Range in the Heartland. Too much Sand in Their Eyes. No matter. The sun comes up very slowly along the edge of the land and Drops of Water on Grass & Tumbleweed Shiny and glisten and sparkle across the Landscape looking like Snowflakes.....Sunddenly, a single shaft of Gold Light shines down from a Hazy Pink Sky and finds it's mark On a Solitary Tree Lighting it Up.....And the Single Cowboy Slowly making his way toward that Huge Cluster of Cows out there On the Western Edge. Oh, I see now - they Do have a Game Plan Round-up is not Easy. This way it Begins and I follow Them Around on the All Terrain buggy Jimmy has brought me - Bouncing & Bumping over Sawgrass and Ditches - Happy Happy Happy Happy Shooting Shooting Shooting - Everything I See! It is like a Performance BUT It is Real.....I am A Cowgirl !!!!!!!! Susan Georgette Photographer Northern Ft. Meyers, Fla. - 2016