A Cowboy Poem
I was riding on the range
And I was feeling pretty good.
All the cattle were behaving;
They were running like they
should.
The sun was just a-setting
In a blaze of orange and red.
And my dog was acting frisky
Like a pup that’s been well fed.
I had planned to build a campfire,
So I chopped myself some wood.
Then I cooked my steak and beans
And I can tell you they were good.
I pulled off my leather boots
You know the ones you buy in
town.
I took out my heavy blanket
And prepared to settle down.
Copyright © Steven Kopko | Year Posted 2018
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