Rick Jackofsky
Cowboys and Indians
Back in the day, life was hard … and easy. Yes, we had to walk to school every day (which was, of course, uphill both ways), and we didn’t have the internet or video games to entertain us, but we sure did watch a lot of TV. My favorite shows were the Westerns, like Roy Rogers, The Lone Ranger, and Broken Arrow. Every Saturday morning, my brother and I would put on our cowboy hats and bandanas, strap on our cap guns, and climb onto our trusty spring-mounted hobby horses to ride off into the Wild West. Although we spent a lot of time in front of that little black-and-white TV set, we spent even more time running around the fields and woods surrounding our house, where our adventures continued in living color.
chasing a herd of buffalo
across the open plain
a tear runs down my cheek
as my pony pulls up lame
Mother’s last dime
About the Author
Rick Jackofsky, poet, songwriter, and paterfamilias of The Homegrown String Band, enjoys reading, writing, and sharing captured moments of clarity. His haiku, senryu, tanka, and haibun have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies.