The Old Cowboy
Just an old cowboy
Riding all day
Working the cattle
Bailing the hay
As the end of the trail
Comes into view
He ponders retirement
And what he will do
Will he take to the rocker
Sit around all day long
Whittlin on wood
Sing an old song
He pulls on the reigns
As he gazes upon
A beautiful sight
As he keeps riding on
A sunset so splendid
You'll think it's a dream
As you become
A part of the scene
As the cattle all graze
The day comes to an end
As he sits by the fire
And takes it all in
He makes out his bed
And looks up to the sky
And thanks God above
He is one very blessed guy.
Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017
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