Cowboy Poetry
Don’t give me a “drug store” type cowboy
Who’s never lived life on the trail
I want the bow-legged real McCoy
Who can throw a steer by its tail
What I seek, is Cowboy poetry
That composed from experience
Not what some dude’s impression might be
Who’s Cowboy like in appearance
He can’t know what it’s like to ride drag
Eating dust all day from the heard
How to calm Doggies on stormy nights
Singing a song of soothing words
The real Cowboy is lanky and lean
Can sit in a saddle all day
Lives on hard-tack, coffee and beans
As that’s sometimes the only way
To tell of life on a cattle drive
A poet needs to “walk the walk”
So that when he put pen to paper
His poetry will “talk the talk”
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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