A Hatless Cowboy
I found a Stetson cowboy hat
lodged in some tumbleweed
somewhere a hatless cowboy
must be in urgent need
the western sun will be relentless
upon his sweating brow
and burn the tenderness of the face
unless he waits in shadowed boughs
this poor hat has seen better days
it's dirty from blowing around
the band is missing, the brim has holes
from bumping against the ground
where are you cowboy? I have your hat
I will keep it here for you
mount your horse and ride due west
it's in the valley you'll ride through
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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