Found this while cleaning out a desk drawer today. A little something I wrote back quite a number of years ago. A little western poetry that might strike a cord with a few.
I Wanna Be a Cowboy
I thought I'd be a cowboy
when I was very small.
It looked so daggone easy
and horses looked so tall.
But many tiresome days have passed
and visions how they change.
For now I'm just plain weary
of riding all this range.
I've spent ten thousand hours
just chasin' some mangy cow,
who never knows which way is home
or gives a hoot no-how.
I've trailed these ugly heifers
thru wind and snow and rain,
with eyes that burn and water
and legs that ache with pain.
I've got some some mightly calluses
and blisters on my '*'
while watching these here stupid beasts
just search the hills for grass.
I wish I'd been a postman
or maybe some poor cop.
Or maybe just a janitor
who herds a pail and mop.
But when I think of cities
and all that steel, not hay
I guess I'll be these dumb cows "mama"
for at least another day.
I Wanna Be a Cowboy
I thought I'd be a cowboy
when I was very small.
It looked so daggone easy
and horses looked so tall.
But many tiresome days have passed
and visions how they change.
For now I'm just plain weary
of riding all this range.
I've spent ten thousand hours
just chasin' some mangy cow,
who never knows which way is home
or gives a hoot no-how.
I've trailed these ugly heifers
thru wind and snow and rain,
with eyes that burn and water
and legs that ache with pain.
I've got some some mightly calluses
and blisters on my '*'
while watching these here stupid beasts
just search the hills for grass.
I wish I'd been a postman
or maybe some poor cop.
Or maybe just a janitor
who herds a pail and mop.
But when I think of cities
and all that steel, not hay
I guess I'll be these dumb cows "mama"
for at least another day.
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