Cowboy's On the Trail
The cattle were lowing in the dry heat and dust,
cowboy's must put life's on the line- they had to trust;
trust in the skill of other cowboys and their skill,
sometimes, moving stubborn long horns was all uphill.
Working long days until the relentless sun set,
gathering 'round camp for a loud cowboy duet;
eating beans and strong coffee and telling wild tales,
tales of storms, love and mishaps and life on the trails.
Cowboys were lean, loyal and just a bit rowdy,
waiting for the drive end so they could say howdy;
howdy to those fancy saloon gals and for booze,
laughin' they headed for a bath to soak a bruise.
A bruise or two, hair cut, shave, tattoo and new duds,
now, they were jokin' and ready for lots of suds;
entering the saloon they were greeted with cheers,
getting drunk, telling new tales that will last for years.
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January 22, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Cowboy's on the Trail
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1322-924-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Cowboy Poetry
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 02/03/2021
Fourth Place
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