A Cowboy Is... - Tirzah Conway's Blog

It's What I Do

A cowman is the way he is,

Because he works with stock;

He’s found it’s best to ease along,

To find a rhythm in their song,

And not to fret if days are long;

Cause Cows Don’t punch a clock;

That separates him from the folks

That keep a job in town;

That stack the boxes all in rows,

And bolt the knobs on radios,

But when the evening whistle blows,

They lay the hammer down;

A job ain’t until it’s done,

That’s life down on the farm;

To gather those that tend to stray,

To treat the sick on Christmas Day,

And if she needs your help to stay,

Until she’s safe from harm;

You see you can’t just quit a cow,

Sometimes your all she’s got;

No 911 to hear her call,

No reinforcements in the hall,

Just you, nobody else, that’s all;

To get her through a spot;

His calling is as old as time,

It is, will be, and was;

Through blizzards, bogs, and barbed wire fence,

He stands against the pestilence;

And though he feigns indifference;

He’s proud of what he does;

It’s done without a second thought,

By those who tend the flock;

It’s what I do you’ll hear him say,

With no demand for higher pay,

And I believe we are that way;

Because we work with stock.

Let Me Know what you think!!! I missed you all very much in my time away from the soup!