The Cowboy From Cutter Bill's
(for Rod Nichols)
Oh, he rode in from Texas
On that sweet, high road trail—
His bright light was infectious—
His goodness did not fail.
He made us a warm campfire
And welcomed friend and foe—
Passed along gentle wisdom,
Drinkin’ a cup of joe.
He always had a poem
On any cowboy theme—
I’m glad I got to know him
And share that Old West dream.
He often was too modest
And hemmed and just said “yep”—
We cherish things he taught us—
Into our souls he crept.
But true cowboys always leave
Treasures we never see—
And for him we should not grieve
A life of memory.
He rides now on higher ground,
But we won’t soon forget—
His words leave a wondrous sound,
A soft glow in God’s sunset.
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