The Cowboy
Look in your mind,and picture if you can,
The dusty clothes,of a tall rough looking man.
The weathered chaps,the saddle worn pants.
It's some one you would know,at just one glance.
The worn boots,that he wears on his feet.
The sweat soaked handkerchief,from the hot summer heat.
The two six shooters,one hanging on each hip.
To the thick burly mustache,that rides on his lip.
The ca lust hands,from holding the reins.
A lifetime of work,from nothing he gains.
Driving cattle,his love and joy.
I tip my hat,to this real cowboy.
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