Across the miles my kiss blown on the wind,
To a poetic friend that I've never seen.
He's as funny as heck, and boy, can he rhyme,
Of great cowboy poetry, he is the dean.
So Mr. Bob , if you feel the breeze on your cheek,
It may be a wind blown kiss from BG.
And a thanks for all the pleasure you've given,
Your one of our best, sure all would agree.
Dedicated to Bob Hinshaw