I REMEMBER

I remember Gene Autrey
and Roy Rogers too,
how i miss those cowboys
and the things that they would do,

they would always win
no matter what the task,
most times they wore a white hat
but the Ranger wore a mask.

But you always knew the bad guys
by how he wore his gun upon his hip
and the scar on his face
or the snarl upon his lips

and he never had a sidekick
that made you smile you know
when he said those funny phrases
or played his fiddle or banjo

and you always knew the "Duke"
would have that one great fight
but no one one was ever injured
and it filled you with delight.

But now all the movies
are filled with great disasters
from the total end of the world
right up to the day after.

But all of my old hero's
have now disappeared it seems
and they have been replaced
by those"things"upon the screen,

robots can now rule the world
or aliens come from outter space,
to try to eat our minds
or anihilate the human race.

I wish that i could return
back to my youth of course
where the hero got the girl,
or at least would kiss his horse.

then he would ride away
into the setting sun
singing a cowboy song
as he his guitar strummed.

Story ID:	3471
Written by:	Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:	2008
Person:	Self