I sigh dreamily as he rides off into the sunset, just as a cowboy should. His wide-brimmed hat tilted back so that his dark, sweat-matted hair falls gracefully into his eyes, a rook’s skull hung like an outlaw around his neck, and a daredevil’s smile upon his face, he turns just for a moment to wave and wink before he disappears.
a stunningly handsome cowboy came towards me. His bristles were coarse and dark and rested on the curvature of his chin. His eyes looked me up and down and he tipped his hat in a cocky yet undeniably inviting way. I was hooked.
emily spicer
they guy from the marlboro ads died of lung cancer. i don’t remember if i read that or someone told me that but i wonder if it’s an urban legend that he was often paid in cigarettes for his work in the print campaigns. personally i always thought he was pretty hot. i wonder if he was also gay?
SunShine
Hold on there, cowboy.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, it wasn’t supposed to start like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
I wish I was content with mediocrity, but I’m not, I’m not, and I’m falling and I’m failing. Always failing.
The sun gleamed on the horses as they ran. Grass parting almost before the hooves reached it. Beauty so deep and rich… Destroyed by fences and lassos. I’ll never forgive the cowboys for ruining this land.
Ooooh I love cowboys. I love their butts in those jeans, and the way they squint out from under their hats, leaning against a fence post like it’s what they were born to do. Yum Yum!
A cowboy normally likes to live in the western environment. Their wardrobe includes cowboy boots, jeans, a plaid button down shirt, and a cowboy hat. They like to ride horses and save the town from the bad guys. We like cowboys.
Crystal G
I met a cowboy once. He was depressed because he had been out of work for 3 years. He was underemployed as an ice cream maker. He churned ice cream for fat little greedy children. He would much rather be shooting bad guys in the wild wild west.
a cowboy wears boots and a hat and rides a horse. He is not very smart. He goes out into the desert. I think Cowboys do not have a very good life because they are sometimes “Wanted. Dead or Alive.”
Morgan
My grandpa is a cowboy. My whole dad’s side are cowboys.
the old west was a dangerous place. traditionally manly men patrolling the desolate frontier. conquering everything in their path. only the allure of a gorgeous woman could prevent them from completing their duties as the protectors of men.
She sits upstairs on her stool and paints pretty pictures of pretty fields at sunset. Her daddy screams from downstairs and throws the dishes up against the door and she smiles in her room and paints the sun with swirls of red and yellow, like warmth.
She smiles pale pink cotton candy lips and downstairs mommy pulls her hair from her head and ducks behind the kitchen counter, like a snowball fight for grown-ups they throw ceramic that crash like cymbals on the ceiling. She dips her brush in green and purple, paints the grass all lush and soft beneath her imaginary feet.
She paints a cowboy on a horse of dappled gray and dives headfirst into the mess of colors, thinking take me from here, please, and she imagines riding off into the wind. In the living room the house is a clamor of clanking limbs and clashing words and upstairs she lies on the polished wood covered in a mess of color, still lonely with a smudged canvas and a broken stool and acrylic in her hair.
cowboys are cool!!JIM SAID NO THEY ARE NOT I SAID THEY ARE ROUGH TOUGH AND MEAN
SW
the cowboy road his horse for hours and hours and until e was completly lost in what seemed like the largest desert he had ever been in. Nothing was in sight. His mouth was dry and cracked feeling. He had ran out of water just about an hour ago.
leah fagen
I continued my walk through the empty streets of the once teeming city, which was now a ghost town. Where have all the cowboys gone? I thought to myself, the hysteria rising to the surface once again. Once again, I tamped it down.
The cowboy rode along the desert which spread farther than he could see. What was in front of him was the unknown, but what was behind him was a past he was trying to escape from. His children were grown now, never knowing who his father was. The woman who waited for so many years finally realized that he was never returning and she was better than that.
The cowboy rode the range all day and the hot dry dust stuck in his throat. All he could think about was the woman at home waiting for his return. The sun was now sinking in the sky behind him, and knowing another day was almost over he began to look for a place to camp for the night. His horse’s head hung low, so tired from the heat and the days travel. His children were now grown, waiting to see their father after so many years.
Sue
The cowboy raised his hate and nodded at the lady. She smiled shyly at him, while she curtsied, her long gown fanning out around her. Here, the wild, wild west thrived and as the cowboy walked out of the bar, he kept his hands on the holstered guns resting on his hips.
cowboys wear chaps and wrastle things and rodeos and whatnot about cacti and horses and bulls and ropes and old west and howdy and woody from toy story
people with horses,,naughty boys,rich people,i would love to be one,and rich,but thwey r in america
stella
The old west. Adventure. Outlaws. Why do little boys want to be cowboys? Sure adventure can appeal to you I suppose, but I don’t see it. I had a John Wayne themed party as a kid. I guess I fall into the same category as those little boys.
Liam
When I think of cowboy – the typical image comes to mind, the boots with those spiky things at the back, the wide brim 10 gallon hat, but more so, I hear the jingle jangle of the stirrups, I feel the heat of the setting sun, and the dust on my cheeks. I see varying shades of dirt and wide expansive canyons.
I don’t really know what to say about cowboys. Where I’m from, we don’t really have them – wait, that is a lie. Where I work, there is a man who comes in every weekend with a cowboy hat on. That doesn’t necessarily make him a cowboy but, hey, it’s the best I’ve got!
Rebecca
hats spurs boots before spurs sandles. the outfitted cowboy was cowboying around with nothing much to do but play the guitar and eat beans. he rode his horse and walked some of the time and didn’t want to use his gun except for on targets sometimes. he didn’t know where to go and had friends but couldn’t enjoy anything but partying. waht to do was his main wuestiong. and he didn’t know the answer and felt wrong doing anything.
peter
cowboy is usually seen in movies
he goes on a horse
he uses gun
he is a gentleman
there are so many types in cowboys
seenu
Cowboy – Cowboy Bebop – Anime – Bento – Just recieved two new Bento for my husband and myself – got my buddy into bento – she rides horses – she’s a cowgirl – single, looking for a cowboy – COWBOY
Cowboy’s wear pretty darn cool boots. I also think that their hats are snazzy. But most of all, the reason that I would want to be a cowboy is to ride a horse. I love riding horses but never get to do it! Have you ever met Don Juan in the desert? We had lunch together once. In the desert.
Abbey
She didn’t like seeing her boyfriend wear a baseball cap all the time, so she bought him the fanciest cowboy hat she found on a fishy store with even fishier discounts. It didn’t cross her mind that the smile the owner gave at the purchase was rather suspicious.
A cowboy is someone who rounds up cattal and live in the dessert and make campfires.
SW
cowboys ride really fast on the desert chasing and herding wild cattle all over to go to Minnesota usually but if not then wherever the trail ends to take them to the train station to sell them and get money for the ranch owner. They brand the cattle so they don’t get lost. They ride like crazy and shoot really well.
Ray
He fancied himself a cowboy with his big ole belt buckle, his shiny boots and his big pickup truck.
“What do you do?” I asked.
“I’m a network engineer,” he replied.
“Then what’s with the pickup truck?” I asked.
“It’s a big network,” he said without even cracking a smile.
Doug McIntire
I looked around the broken, wind slept landscape and at the mesas flanking my sides, I saw the soul of the west.
behind me my partner, my associate a cowboy out of time, rode on a painted horse, enjoying the scenery under the bleaching Colorado sun.
I sigh dreamily as he rides off into the sunset, just as a cowboy should. His wide-brimmed hat tilted back so that his dark, sweat-matted hair falls gracefully into his eyes, a rook’s skull hung like an outlaw around his neck, and a daredevil’s smile upon his face, he turns just for a moment to wave and wink before he disappears.
a stunningly handsome cowboy came towards me. His bristles were coarse and dark and rested on the curvature of his chin. His eyes looked me up and down and he tipped his hat in a cocky yet undeniably inviting way. I was hooked.
they guy from the marlboro ads died of lung cancer. i don’t remember if i read that or someone told me that but i wonder if it’s an urban legend that he was often paid in cigarettes for his work in the print campaigns. personally i always thought he was pretty hot. i wonder if he was also gay?
Hold on there, cowboy.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, it wasn’t supposed to start like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
I wish I was content with mediocrity, but I’m not, I’m not, and I’m falling and I’m failing. Always failing.
Hold on there, cowboy.
cow+boy=cowboy
Woody from Toys
Someone who herds cows.
The sun gleamed on the horses as they ran. Grass parting almost before the hooves reached it. Beauty so deep and rich… Destroyed by fences and lassos. I’ll never forgive the cowboys for ruining this land.
Ooooh I love cowboys. I love their butts in those jeans, and the way they squint out from under their hats, leaning against a fence post like it’s what they were born to do. Yum Yum!
A cowboy normally likes to live in the western environment. Their wardrobe includes cowboy boots, jeans, a plaid button down shirt, and a cowboy hat. They like to ride horses and save the town from the bad guys. We like cowboys.
I met a cowboy once. He was depressed because he had been out of work for 3 years. He was underemployed as an ice cream maker. He churned ice cream for fat little greedy children. He would much rather be shooting bad guys in the wild wild west.
a cowboy wears boots and a hat and rides a horse. He is not very smart. He goes out into the desert. I think Cowboys do not have a very good life because they are sometimes “Wanted. Dead or Alive.”
My grandpa is a cowboy. My whole dad’s side are cowboys.
the old west was a dangerous place. traditionally manly men patrolling the desolate frontier. conquering everything in their path. only the allure of a gorgeous woman could prevent them from completing their duties as the protectors of men.
the cow boy slapped his knees. that was certainly a knee slapper. the young woman glared back at him, knowing full well he didn’t get it.
someone who herds cattle
She sits upstairs on her stool and paints pretty pictures of pretty fields at sunset. Her daddy screams from downstairs and throws the dishes up against the door and she smiles in her room and paints the sun with swirls of red and yellow, like warmth.
She smiles pale pink cotton candy lips and downstairs mommy pulls her hair from her head and ducks behind the kitchen counter, like a snowball fight for grown-ups they throw ceramic that crash like cymbals on the ceiling. She dips her brush in green and purple, paints the grass all lush and soft beneath her imaginary feet.
She paints a cowboy on a horse of dappled gray and dives headfirst into the mess of colors, thinking take me from here, please, and she imagines riding off into the wind. In the living room the house is a clamor of clanking limbs and clashing words and upstairs she lies on the polished wood covered in a mess of color, still lonely with a smudged canvas and a broken stool and acrylic in her hair.
I have a grandpa that was a cowboy. I love cowboy movies. Most cowboys ride horses. they also have a lasso.
cowboys are cool!!JIM SAID NO THEY ARE NOT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I I SAID THEY ARE ROUGH TOUGH AND MEAN
A cowboy has a gun and a horse. There are kids at my school who dress up as cowboys. It is weird.
cowboys are cool!!JIM SAID NO THEY ARE NOT I SAID THEY ARE ROUGH TOUGH AND MEAN
the cowboy road his horse for hours and hours and until e was completly lost in what seemed like the largest desert he had ever been in. Nothing was in sight. His mouth was dry and cracked feeling. He had ran out of water just about an hour ago.
I continued my walk through the empty streets of the once teeming city, which was now a ghost town. Where have all the cowboys gone? I thought to myself, the hysteria rising to the surface once again. Once again, I tamped it down.
The cowboy rode along the desert which spread farther than he could see. What was in front of him was the unknown, but what was behind him was a past he was trying to escape from. His children were grown now, never knowing who his father was. The woman who waited for so many years finally realized that he was never returning and she was better than that.
John rode rodney as a cowboy, the position was fenomental and was hitting his prostrate with every move.
there once was a cowboy named sprite
who traveled all day and night
on his horse named tiff
who fell off a cliff
and gave the cowboy a fright
The cowboy rode the range all day and the hot dry dust stuck in his throat. All he could think about was the woman at home waiting for his return. The sun was now sinking in the sky behind him, and knowing another day was almost over he began to look for a place to camp for the night. His horse’s head hung low, so tired from the heat and the days travel. His children were now grown, waiting to see their father after so many years.
The cowboy raised his hate and nodded at the lady. She smiled shyly at him, while she curtsied, her long gown fanning out around her. Here, the wild, wild west thrived and as the cowboy walked out of the bar, he kept his hands on the holstered guns resting on his hips.
cowboys wear chaps and wrastle things and rodeos and whatnot about cacti and horses and bulls and ropes and old west and howdy and woody from toy story
people with horses,,naughty boys,rich people,i would love to be one,and rich,but thwey r in america
The old west. Adventure. Outlaws. Why do little boys want to be cowboys? Sure adventure can appeal to you I suppose, but I don’t see it. I had a John Wayne themed party as a kid. I guess I fall into the same category as those little boys.
When I think of cowboy – the typical image comes to mind, the boots with those spiky things at the back, the wide brim 10 gallon hat, but more so, I hear the jingle jangle of the stirrups, I feel the heat of the setting sun, and the dust on my cheeks. I see varying shades of dirt and wide expansive canyons.
I don’t really know what to say about cowboys. Where I’m from, we don’t really have them – wait, that is a lie. Where I work, there is a man who comes in every weekend with a cowboy hat on. That doesn’t necessarily make him a cowboy but, hey, it’s the best I’ve got!
hats spurs boots before spurs sandles. the outfitted cowboy was cowboying around with nothing much to do but play the guitar and eat beans. he rode his horse and walked some of the time and didn’t want to use his gun except for on targets sometimes. he didn’t know where to go and had friends but couldn’t enjoy anything but partying. waht to do was his main wuestiong. and he didn’t know the answer and felt wrong doing anything.
cowboy is usually seen in movies
he goes on a horse
he uses gun
he is a gentleman
there are so many types in cowboys
Cowboy – Cowboy Bebop – Anime – Bento – Just recieved two new Bento for my husband and myself – got my buddy into bento – she rides horses – she’s a cowgirl – single, looking for a cowboy – COWBOY
Cowboy’s wear pretty darn cool boots. I also think that their hats are snazzy. But most of all, the reason that I would want to be a cowboy is to ride a horse. I love riding horses but never get to do it! Have you ever met Don Juan in the desert? We had lunch together once. In the desert.
She didn’t like seeing her boyfriend wear a baseball cap all the time, so she bought him the fanciest cowboy hat she found on a fishy store with even fishier discounts. It didn’t cross her mind that the smile the owner gave at the purchase was rather suspicious.
A cowboy is someone who rounds up cattal and live in the dessert and make campfires.
cowboys ride really fast on the desert chasing and herding wild cattle all over to go to Minnesota usually but if not then wherever the trail ends to take them to the train station to sell them and get money for the ranch owner. They brand the cattle so they don’t get lost. They ride like crazy and shoot really well.
He fancied himself a cowboy with his big ole belt buckle, his shiny boots and his big pickup truck.
“What do you do?” I asked.
“I’m a network engineer,” he replied.
“Then what’s with the pickup truck?” I asked.
“It’s a big network,” he said without even cracking a smile.
I looked around the broken, wind slept landscape and at the mesas flanking my sides, I saw the soul of the west.
behind me my partner, my associate a cowboy out of time, rode on a painted horse, enjoying the scenery under the bleaching Colorado sun.