Farmers: The Real Cowboys.

The men of the south are some of the most intriguing specimens I have come across: tans that radiate in the sun, bright eyes that glow in the afternoon rays, luscious locks of wind-messed hair, and muscles that are positively to die for. That is how the media portrays cowboys. Adonis-like men who slave the fields and bless the world with their picture-perfect figures. Who creates these images of gorgeous men who work hard to make a living? The media! Sure, there are those with tans and bulging muscles, but are they as perfect as the media portrays? Of course not, everybody has flaws, whether it be in personality or physical appearance of mental capacity.  So who are the real cowboys? Men who work the fields all day, too busy doing the chores and praying for God to answer their prayers and let their next crop bring in enough money to pay their bills. Those are the real, genuine cowboys, the ones who work hard all day under the blistering sun so that they can make enough to keep their house and feed their family. I find myself falling for the glamorized images of 'cowboys' with perfect tans and muscles the size of my thighs.. but they aren't the real deal. Real cowboys don't pretend to be who they're not, they simply work hard and live their lives with conviction. Ever heard a country song? Those are the real cowboys singing, they sing about the real hardships of life and what the farmers face each and every day with the rising sun. The hardships that come with working the farm, where their livelihood rests on the unpredictable weather which could drown or starve their crops. As you sit down for supper tonight, think about those farmers who produced your food. Who raised that chicken and that cow? Who grew those carrots and those peas? Say a little prayer for the farmers, the real cowboys, who worked all day so that you could sit down to your evening meal. The next time you find yourself loving those pictures of playboy cowboys from magazines, think of the real cowboys who deserve your respect and your thanks, because it's those everyday farmers who feed the cities with nothing but their calloused hands and the sweat on their brow.