Ultimate Real Cowboy
Randy, my cousin, was the ultimate real cowboy.
Lived in Montana on a horse ranch, loved it too
I did not know him well, saw him briefly
He rarely dropped off of his horse; they were co-joined.
He swung me up behind him once and gave me a ride.
It was bouncy, and I did not like it, but he sensed that.
He let me off, and I ran back to my mommy.
How do cowboys ride those things all day long?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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