Cowboy

He crawled from his bunk stiflin' a hearty yawn. His work began each day at the very crack of dawn. He donned his jeans, chaps and old slouch hat, Pulled on his cowboy boots and strapped on his gat! He downed a bowl of Cheerios which was his usual fare, Then mounted Old Dan, his trusty hoss with habitual flair. He coiled his lasso as he sat there leisurely astraddle. 'Twould be another hot and dusty day in his well-worn saddle! His first chore was to patrol the miles of barbed wire fences, Over the rolling plains of his spread's vast expanses. There were dogies to herd to the corral, there to do battle, Ropin' and brandin' dozens of cantankerous and wily cattle! Pausin' at noon 'neath a ponderosa for much-needed relief, The cook fed him beans, biscuits and roasted beef. Then back in the saddle as Old Dan he gently spurred, To continue roundin' up more of the frenzied herd! It had been a tirin' day ridin' over rollin' hill and dale. Now he and Old Dan headed home along the moonlit trail. The five-year-old cowpoke awoke from his dream-filled nap. Such a gruelin' trail it had been for that hardy little chap! (c) All Rights Reserved (17 April 2014)