Doug, an old Cowboy

I wrote this tribute to Doug shortly before his death.

‘An Old Cowboy’

He was a cowboy
He was a miner
But he wasn’t a forty-niner
He was a sailor
He was a jailer
But he was never a failure
He’s an old hand now
His cowboy hat sits high on his brow
He was a friend back then as he is now
He lives on his mountain
He’s clean and free
He’s always been a friend to me
We’re back in touch since we got old
Our stories live again forever bold
They rise in greatness as they get retold
The sun moves onward to the west
Old times sometimes seem the best
Our friendship has passed the test
We’ve been down dusty roads in bad weather
We’ve been across the oceans together
History like that stands forever
Thanks for the good times Doug