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A Cowboy Is

A sweet reality, The cowboy image A laborer wore what he could get ready- to - wear, would make city men quit hand me downs and second hand clothes discarded garments by men who stuck up their nose, in a ranch or range they'd stay the same so Still, so proud, this typical cowboy could easily fit in with a crowd but their sense of self dignity kept them off the ground where as city men always fell down, filled to the brim in honesty a cowboy suits were for the rich and poor hearted the origins of the cowboy was never truly started, for in my mind this wonderful man so moral and true has to be a dream This cavalry issued every silent night where he fights to stay awake while city men turn out the lights The cowboy needed to know how to ride, rope, saddle, and bronc' then they had to use their bare hands like a real man to build shelter for the animals in which they keep then as the sun rises the cowboy catches sleep

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Date: 3/3/2011 10:18:00 AM
I am enjoying reading the many diverse poems written by the many wonderful poets writing and sharing here at PoetrySoup today. I am happy that yours was among the ones I had the pleasure to read Nichole. The best to you in the contest. Love, Carol
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