Buckaroo Days

Hey there Buckaroo what’s your hurry? Momma hollered after her pride ‘n joy she smiled swiftly as little boots clomped with spurs jingle janglin’ across the kitchen floor “Aw Momma, don’t worry! I’ll be home before dinner but I drew the rank bronc It’s a sure winner!” Then whistling Lil Joe and roping the cat her boy mounted up on his trusty hobby horse “Don’t slam the door” She said with a laugh has the hinges rattled & the old screen door crashed He was already gone riding silver screen dreams that old grey black hat setting low on his ears Hey there Lil Buckaroo Don’t be in such a hurry Time passes quick enough You still have stick ponies to curry Too soon you’ll grow tall & become a young man chasing girls & fast cars enjoy your childhood while you can In a blink of an eye or faster than that you’ll no longer wear boots toss a rope or wear that old hat You’ll follow your own path but where ever it leads I hope you remember Your Lil Buckaroo deeds Hey Lil Buckaroo slow down, what’s your hurry? Don’t gallop too quickly through these Buckaroo Days © February 2003