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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Where has the American cowboy gone, Did he ride off into the dust trails of history, A faded figure, melting into the last horizons sunset. Nay, unbridled the mustangs run free now, No riders lasso, snaps against the winds of destiny, A legacy's true American hero, has finished the Last round up. Hey, you'd better halt there, just one dang gone Minute, you city slicker, them be fighting words, That you all have just written. Hush your mouth now, the American cowboy lives on, Not on horse back, but behind the steel of the Eighteen wheeler, copy that you'd better, breaker dude. Show some respectful pride, to the man whom Has helped to build, this great nation, we all call home. Driving down the back bone, of America, in the name Of glory's flag, believe you me brother, a hard Road does he roam alone, just to keep house, And home alive. For all of the feminine persuasion, yes’s em, mam He still whisper’s, that same old lonesome tune. Tilting his ten gallon hat, to all you young misses. After all the convoy man, is still a gentleman Beneath his rough hued exterior. Four horse power to the floor, no more, he's A hell bound creature, in need, for sixty-fives Speed limit sign, it keeps the old cowboy inside Alive, down the highway of life. Thriving on the adrian rush, of the open Road to freedom, lying ahead of him, no Boundaries can hold this man, yielding to The desire for liberation's winds, blowing Against the trails of progress. Steel belted radials, burning rubber across The asphalt turn pike, get far out of his way, This true road master, swiftness control at his Command, excelling beyond the boundaries Limitations. Damn, don't you all try to fence this free spirit in, Or he'll run you down, times dead line, haunts Him, the devil boss's hounds are biting at his heels, And burden's heavy load, rests upon those broad shoulders. The Lord God himself does sit, in the passenger seat, Beside him, heaven's copilot, for this steel driving man, Bringing him home safely, to those whom love him, This the convoy man. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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