Riding Into the Sunset
With a cloud of dust and a mighty “Hi Ho, Silver!”
And so they are gone.
All of them now that you took that last ride.
It was not a good year for cowboys,
The heroes of thousands of saddle pals.
Roy left us this year
And so did Gene.
Hoppy’s been gone for years
And so have all the sidekicks
Along with Trigger, Topper, and Silver.
You were the last of the cowboy heroes
From the golden days of TV westerns
And the golden days of childhood.
The masked man with silver bullets.
The last of my childhood heroes.
Leaving me now in a world sadly devoid of such things
My young son needs all of you,
But the world has gone electronic
And old cowboys, no matter how brave, just can’t compete.
But the Mario Brothers don’t wear white hats
Nor tip them to the ladies.
No one on Playstation or Nintendo teaches what is good
Or to stand up for what is right
No matter the odds,
Or that the good guy always wins.
So many lessons in black and white
Lost now in a color world.
I’ll miss you, Kemo Sabe
And, altho’ he doesn’t know it,
So will my young son.
4:08 PM EDT
Headed north on the Florida Turnpike
Near Ft Drum – Okeechobee County
(Written after hearing the news that Clayton Moore had died. I was on the way back “home” to Lake Worth, Texas.)