Wishing

Back when I was just a little boy I was wishing to be cowboy Jack Riding fast on the dusty trail And then, well, I guess riding back! Of course I'd want to be a good guy With boots, and a white hat I'd dress Riding a cow or roping a horse Wishing to help a filly in distress! I'd sit around the old campfire Telling tales and eating beans Smelling the wafting aroma Wishing I knew what wafting means Then I guess I'd write a poem Sitting underneath the stars Wishing I had a flashlight Glad that I'm not behind bars At night I'd lay my head on a rock I'd dream of being a city slicker Cold, I'd wake, with a crick in my neck Wishing I could get dressed quicker!