He stepped out into the sun, all three feet of him dressed in blue jeans and a yellow red button up shirt. He was a cowboy that day he decided, whether he was five or not. And with that, he saddled up his horsie Petunia and rode into the sunset…and by that I mean he hopped on his bike and then drove into the ditch. Oops.
There was this guy, this weird, weird looking guy walking down the middle of the street. He was wearing a cowboy hat, which was odd considering this was the middle of Toronto, not known for its cowboy followings. His holster was full, but not with a pistol. There was a rock sitting in there, clipped in with care and consideration. Just a rock.
Will Pearson
I grew up in a cowboy town. If you walked down the street and didn’t see someone either riding a horse or a cow grazing, it was unusual.
the cowboy, sitting below the radiant sun, smoked his rolled cigarette. He came broken hearted to reminisce to smoke, but he only farts!
Fritzmuss
Set in Tuscan AZ, a lonely cowboy rides his noble steed through the desert. Finding some random game down an old path, shoots and enjoys himself a hearty meal fit for a king.
semoga sekolah gue sukses, semoga gue jadi orang, semoga gue awet sama afie, semoga bokap cepet sembuh, semoga gue makin dewasa, semoga gue bisa jadi anak pertama yang baik, semoga gue
jana
I miss you so much chris. I wish we had driven to and through the desert that night. I’ll always love you my midtown cowboy.
Niko
When I think of cowboys, thanks to Hollywood, my mind is clouded with the images of Brokeback Mountain. Luckily, I’m pro gay and it doesn’t create disturbing thoughts, yet ones of love and caring between to individuals. Also, my friend is a cowboy. But she’s not gay. Shes just awesome, like most cowboys (especially gay ones).
Hannah
Cowboy? Has a term ever been so condescending? Ryan was a man, a man of his word, and a man keeping to his responsibilities. Sure, he didn’t have a family yet, but he had things to do. He wasn’t a boy at all.
Schwinn
For Christmas, Dally would always wish for a turtle or a new board game. Living in Texas, he always got the cowboy accessories–the cowboy doll, the horse, or the lasso. On occasion, a tan hat with faded, leather stitching or stirrups to affix to his boot.
blarp
cowboy is a boy that always looks after cows with a hat and a boot and a stick in his hand. we refer people who is very rough and careless as a cowboy.cowboy is very courageous because he need to look after his set of cattle
remya
cowboys live in Texas. they heard cattle and sit by campfires. They sing songs and live in the West. They’re pretty much loners and total badasses. Dude ranches are their homes and they feel at one with nature. They sit under stars and play the guitar. Woody is a cowboy. Probably the best one ever.
Molly
Just a rhinestone cowboy – sitting in a dusty saloon north of Vegas, in a dirty diner, eating peach pie with cream on the side. The door clanged open, the bells swinging like mania as she entered the room. All went silent. It was time. Time to go.
CJS
there was a lone man in the distance. as he slowly shuffled his way toward the shed, i began to see something was wrong. It looked as if his foot was broken, positioned awkwardly in his boots. He drew closer and waved.
Elizabeth Ireland
Cowboy? Out in the dust and the rain and the lightning storms on ponies made of stone and wind and blood? Rough and tough and long gone. Also part of the 1800s, last I checked, a rather unfortunate part of the textbook thus far, but they haven’t entered on set yet. Dust on the wind?
cowboy, lets go out riding and touch the sun go and never stop until its done.
weetz
there is a cowboy running over the hills, he comes on like a dream and catches stars with his lasso. his horse is on fire, he is dancing a crazy dance like rainbows coming out of the sun. there is sand in my eyes. maybe this isn’t real, maybe this is a dream, i am so thirsty.
The cowboy stood looking out on the horizon. He was about to make a move that could affect his life in ways that may not be so good. Should he leave this beautiful land to go back to the corporate world, accept the money that he so desperstely needd? Or was it worth the stress, perhaps even sadness that comes with a job he had experienced and hated?
cindii resha
i like this because it only takes sixty seconds. cowboy cowboy cowboy cowboy tonight in class when someone wrote about bruce wayne (batman) I thought he was talking about john wayne, and I actually thought his line sounded like john wayne, and i wrote a positive comment on his poem about that. ha, ha. then, later i had to scratch through it.
sarah
he walks away in the sand … she waves her hand .. he tips his hat. the sun sets an they both ride away into the horizon. they had to part ways, and say farewell. its not what he wanted.. but he wishes her well.
He came in his long duster and dark brown hat. His horse neighed as he rode towards the city with great intentions. There was already enough bad guys in town. All that they needed was one lone, badass, cowboy to come an clean up house.
Victoria
garth brooks, grabbing the croth, high pointy boots, big gallon hates that dont really have water in them and yeah…woody? wrassling cows, lasso-ing, horse, riding, spanish cowboys used to put steak under their saddles to tenderize it FTW, but americans didn’t. :/
abina
Mr. Nevelson loved being a cowboy. The smell of the fresh grass and the wind…yes, even the cows. But not really their smell–just their look, their feel, their character. He knew every single cow in his herd.
Oh boy. I ride english style, so it would be interesting for me to meet a cowboy. Makes me think of western style and just slowly moving through the day. Could be the ying to my yang.
I am not a cowboy. Oh, I’d love to be one, but I can’t ride, I can’t sing, and I can’t rope. Cows just look at me and don’t even care. I can’t shoot either. I wish I could, but my finger goes all shaky on the trigger. But I’m me.
A cowboy. His gloves, jeans, and jacket tight, he makes his way to the south east. Why? He’s going to kill some Indians. It’s a duty that has yet to be done, but he has to do it, despite the fact that he is in love with the tribal women there.
Jake
Like a rhinestone cowboy he put on his assless chaps and prepared for the show. He couldn’t wait to be in the spotlight grinding against the poles and stick horse props. This is where he belonged.
meth.
mysterious, brave, strong, hostile, and protective. yeah, i was a cowboy in a past life.
layla
There once was a cowboy named Cowboy Joe that lived in Arkansas. he had a big beard and rode around on his poney named Buckwheat. He hunted snakes and dragons!!! He was amazing at life and you wish you could be him. The end.
Shannon Butler
cowboys are often thought of with old wild west. thats not necessarily true, though. Is it? people always have things that they relate with different things. stereotypes i guess. but why? why cant we just do what we’re doing here?
Mackenzie
Country music is emotion in the raw. It’s true, pure, and untainted by all the crap that gets into mainstream rap and pop. It’s life, uncensored.
As the innocent might say, “Cowboys are American icons.” Idiots.
Amy
As the dust cloud diminishes, a figure emerges in the distance.
Approaching quickly are a herd of horses.
Their riders are tall and lean, strong and confident.
Bringing an air of wilderness and mystery, the cowboys kept the town safe.
Dealing with saloon-disrupting fiascoes and disappearing into the night.
Only to come back again, when they’re needed again.
Their timing despicable and efficient, they’re backstage heroes.
i already did this word! just a second ago. can i have another one next time? i wrote about teddy roosevelt before but i didnt submit it because i felt like it was pretty boring. cowboys… i did read a fun story about a cowboy when i was really young. i forget the details but it was about a little boy who ran away, became a cowboy, and loved it. not exactly a great message for rebellious little boys i guess.
sarah
I loved him. It didn’t matter what kind of condition he was in or the amount dust that accumulated in between his fabric fingers. I loved him. And I loved his coffee-stained denim legs even more. He was my only friend for a large portion of my childhood and the thought of losing him now struck a chord in my soul that rang flat through the emptiness of memory.
Eric Obscherning
i’ve already written about cowboys. quite frankly i am annoyed at the lack of user interface. really, shouldn’t a website in the year 2010 know that you’ve already visited it? anyways, hopefully the new word will be more appealing.
Cowboy beepbop. The westerns. BANG! The lone ranger, traveling through sandy deserts holding the occasional tumbleweed and cactus. Sitting by a fire, sleeping with hat tucked over eyes, horse laying down at one side, the black night sky full of stars for one to see.
He knew was going to hate today. Joey, his wonderful little cousin was coming over later today. and what did he always want to play? the musty old, leather hats, the cow hides, the yee-haws and the yee-hoos . . . it was going to be a long afternoon
He stepped out into the sun, all three feet of him dressed in blue jeans and a yellow red button up shirt. He was a cowboy that day he decided, whether he was five or not. And with that, he saddled up his horsie Petunia and rode into the sunset…and by that I mean he hopped on his bike and then drove into the ditch. Oops.
There was this guy, this weird, weird looking guy walking down the middle of the street. He was wearing a cowboy hat, which was odd considering this was the middle of Toronto, not known for its cowboy followings. His holster was full, but not with a pistol. There was a rock sitting in there, clipped in with care and consideration. Just a rock.
I grew up in a cowboy town. If you walked down the street and didn’t see someone either riding a horse or a cow grazing, it was unusual.
the cowboy, sitting below the radiant sun, smoked his rolled cigarette. He came broken hearted to reminisce to smoke, but he only farts!
Set in Tuscan AZ, a lonely cowboy rides his noble steed through the desert. Finding some random game down an old path, shoots and enjoys himself a hearty meal fit for a king.
He was working in his barn. His beloved old red barn. He came out tired and sweaty but looking oh so good, she thought.
semoga sekolah gue sukses, semoga gue jadi orang, semoga gue awet sama afie, semoga bokap cepet sembuh, semoga gue makin dewasa, semoga gue bisa jadi anak pertama yang baik, semoga gue
I miss you so much chris. I wish we had driven to and through the desert that night. I’ll always love you my midtown cowboy.
When I think of cowboys, thanks to Hollywood, my mind is clouded with the images of Brokeback Mountain. Luckily, I’m pro gay and it doesn’t create disturbing thoughts, yet ones of love and caring between to individuals. Also, my friend is a cowboy. But she’s not gay. Shes just awesome, like most cowboys (especially gay ones).
Cowboy? Has a term ever been so condescending? Ryan was a man, a man of his word, and a man keeping to his responsibilities. Sure, he didn’t have a family yet, but he had things to do. He wasn’t a boy at all.
For Christmas, Dally would always wish for a turtle or a new board game. Living in Texas, he always got the cowboy accessories–the cowboy doll, the horse, or the lasso. On occasion, a tan hat with faded, leather stitching or stirrups to affix to his boot.
cowboy is a boy that always looks after cows with a hat and a boot and a stick in his hand. we refer people who is very rough and careless as a cowboy.cowboy is very courageous because he need to look after his set of cattle
cowboys live in Texas. they heard cattle and sit by campfires. They sing songs and live in the West. They’re pretty much loners and total badasses. Dude ranches are their homes and they feel at one with nature. They sit under stars and play the guitar. Woody is a cowboy. Probably the best one ever.
Just a rhinestone cowboy – sitting in a dusty saloon north of Vegas, in a dirty diner, eating peach pie with cream on the side. The door clanged open, the bells swinging like mania as she entered the room. All went silent. It was time. Time to go.
there was a lone man in the distance. as he slowly shuffled his way toward the shed, i began to see something was wrong. It looked as if his foot was broken, positioned awkwardly in his boots. He drew closer and waved.
Cowboy? Out in the dust and the rain and the lightning storms on ponies made of stone and wind and blood? Rough and tough and long gone. Also part of the 1800s, last I checked, a rather unfortunate part of the textbook thus far, but they haven’t entered on set yet. Dust on the wind?
cowboy, lets go out riding and touch the sun go and never stop until its done.
there is a cowboy running over the hills, he comes on like a dream and catches stars with his lasso. his horse is on fire, he is dancing a crazy dance like rainbows coming out of the sun. there is sand in my eyes. maybe this isn’t real, maybe this is a dream, i am so thirsty.
The cowboy stood looking out on the horizon. He was about to make a move that could affect his life in ways that may not be so good. Should he leave this beautiful land to go back to the corporate world, accept the money that he so desperstely needd? Or was it worth the stress, perhaps even sadness that comes with a job he had experienced and hated?
i like this because it only takes sixty seconds. cowboy cowboy cowboy cowboy tonight in class when someone wrote about bruce wayne (batman) I thought he was talking about john wayne, and I actually thought his line sounded like john wayne, and i wrote a positive comment on his poem about that. ha, ha. then, later i had to scratch through it.
he walks away in the sand … she waves her hand .. he tips his hat. the sun sets an they both ride away into the horizon. they had to part ways, and say farewell. its not what he wanted.. but he wishes her well.
He came in his long duster and dark brown hat. His horse neighed as he rode towards the city with great intentions. There was already enough bad guys in town. All that they needed was one lone, badass, cowboy to come an clean up house.
garth brooks, grabbing the croth, high pointy boots, big gallon hates that dont really have water in them and yeah…woody? wrassling cows, lasso-ing, horse, riding, spanish cowboys used to put steak under their saddles to tenderize it FTW, but americans didn’t. :/
Mr. Nevelson loved being a cowboy. The smell of the fresh grass and the wind…yes, even the cows. But not really their smell–just their look, their feel, their character. He knew every single cow in his herd.
Cowboy hats on the rat’s fat back-
Honey paycheck,
How you gonna get that rent?
Oh boy. I ride english style, so it would be interesting for me to meet a cowboy. Makes me think of western style and just slowly moving through the day. Could be the ying to my yang.
I am not a cowboy. Oh, I’d love to be one, but I can’t ride, I can’t sing, and I can’t rope. Cows just look at me and don’t even care. I can’t shoot either. I wish I could, but my finger goes all shaky on the trigger. But I’m me.
A cowboy. His gloves, jeans, and jacket tight, he makes his way to the south east. Why? He’s going to kill some Indians. It’s a duty that has yet to be done, but he has to do it, despite the fact that he is in love with the tribal women there.
Like a rhinestone cowboy he put on his assless chaps and prepared for the show. He couldn’t wait to be in the spotlight grinding against the poles and stick horse props. This is where he belonged.
mysterious, brave, strong, hostile, and protective. yeah, i was a cowboy in a past life.
There once was a cowboy named Cowboy Joe that lived in Arkansas. he had a big beard and rode around on his poney named Buckwheat. He hunted snakes and dragons!!! He was amazing at life and you wish you could be him. The end.
cowboys are often thought of with old wild west. thats not necessarily true, though. Is it? people always have things that they relate with different things. stereotypes i guess. but why? why cant we just do what we’re doing here?
Country music is emotion in the raw. It’s true, pure, and untainted by all the crap that gets into mainstream rap and pop. It’s life, uncensored.
As the innocent might say, “Cowboys are American icons.” Idiots.
As the dust cloud diminishes, a figure emerges in the distance.
Approaching quickly are a herd of horses.
Their riders are tall and lean, strong and confident.
Bringing an air of wilderness and mystery, the cowboys kept the town safe.
Dealing with saloon-disrupting fiascoes and disappearing into the night.
Only to come back again, when they’re needed again.
Their timing despicable and efficient, they’re backstage heroes.
i already did this word! just a second ago. can i have another one next time? i wrote about teddy roosevelt before but i didnt submit it because i felt like it was pretty boring. cowboys… i did read a fun story about a cowboy when i was really young. i forget the details but it was about a little boy who ran away, became a cowboy, and loved it. not exactly a great message for rebellious little boys i guess.
I loved him. It didn’t matter what kind of condition he was in or the amount dust that accumulated in between his fabric fingers. I loved him. And I loved his coffee-stained denim legs even more. He was my only friend for a large portion of my childhood and the thought of losing him now struck a chord in my soul that rang flat through the emptiness of memory.
i’ve already written about cowboys. quite frankly i am annoyed at the lack of user interface. really, shouldn’t a website in the year 2010 know that you’ve already visited it? anyways, hopefully the new word will be more appealing.
Cowboy beepbop. The westerns. BANG! The lone ranger, traveling through sandy deserts holding the occasional tumbleweed and cactus. Sitting by a fire, sleeping with hat tucked over eyes, horse laying down at one side, the black night sky full of stars for one to see.
He knew was going to hate today. Joey, his wonderful little cousin was coming over later today. and what did he always want to play? the musty old, leather hats, the cow hides, the yee-haws and the yee-hoos . . . it was going to be a long afternoon