Retiring Cowboy

Retiring Cowboy He hung up his bridle by his bed on the wall. His rig is preserved on a stand by the stall. His old Appaloosa has been turned out to graze. As he sits in his rocker and dreams of old days. For years he worked hard herding cattle all day. He worked hard to earn a poor cowboy’s pay. There were days he would rise barely bearing the pain. He would climb in the saddle and hang on to the mane. Starting out riding drag then flank and then swing. Then point man a position he wanted more than anything. The job was hard but it beat the rest. It didn’t take long till he was the best. He worked hard to work his way up to trail boss. He was tough but fair a man no man would cross. And his horse came to be his very best friend. They stuck together through thick and through thin. Hot summer days and winters so cold. Misery torment and torture untold. But when it was finally all said and done. He would never have traded with anyone.