Round Up
Round Up
It's time to do a round up
Not the kind you think you know
These aren't like the ones in movies
You may not want to go
You're up before the sun is
You saddle up to start the day
It may be twenty hours
Before you put your gear away
You don't wear jeans from Macy's
The thickets tear them into strips
Then you've only denim spangles
Hanging off your hips
There's dirt and sand and horse dung
Flying everywhere at speed
Experience, not city dudes
Are the cowboys that you need
You ride off chasing stray ones
You bring it back and start again
This is not for the faint hearted
So, think twice...then think again
Good gloves and ropes are needed
Because at some point you'll be dragged
And you will sleep the sleep of honor
Because at days end....you'll be bagged
They go just where they want to
You just can't steer them from the side
At times they'll bolt on from you
And they'll find quite the place to hide
You better know your horse boy,
How he moves and how he'll run
You'll be working hard together
You two will be as one
The trail boss is much harder
Than any that you've seen
He's a cowboy, base commander
Not like on the silver screen
If you want to be a cowboy
Think real hard, before you pick
Because, it's worse than any theme park
And what you breathe can make you sick
The heat and dust are rampant
The devil gets the wind to blow
He makes it hell for riders
Controlling from hell down below
A round up's not a trail ride
It's a war 'tween man and beast
It's a battle to survive one
And not end up deceased
The elements will get you
The animals will too
So, next time there's a round up
Just what will you do...?
Copyright © Roger Turner | Year Posted 2018
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