A Nook and a Storybook
A Nook and a Storybook
His leg was broke and his pride hurt
As he began to read.
That knucklehead he called his hoss
Had stumbled at full speed.
"Read a good book", the doc had said,
"The healin' takes awhile.
Just make a nest in that bunkhouse,
Pretend you're still a child."
He read of a man like himself -
A cowboy with a call.
The Virginian was the title,
That didn't say it all.
The hero shaped the West back when
The boundaries weren't so clear.
A man, a hoss, and a forty five,
An' danger always near.
Loves were found and painfully lost
While tempers roared aloud.
He found himself on every page,
An' he was cowboy proud.
He lived his life just punchin' cows,
An' wrote out his own tales.
He hoped that they'd be read someday -
After the cowboy pales.
April 28, 2016
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