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I used to wear a white cowboy's hat,
but here in New York folks gave me funny looks for my choice.
" You must have a real cowboy's grit!"
" Go down Texas and learn that accent with a high-pitched voice!"
" Were they really so insensitive to insult my intelligence?"
Stubborn as I was, their comments fell on my deaf ear,
and as they got closer...I greeted them as a true gentleman would;
oh, they showed no sympathy through a gaze of fear!
" Did I resemble an outlaw or appeared to them too shady and cold?"
" Did they redicule me for wearing a cowboy's hat that was too broad?
" Non sense!" I said with a tone of a rebel wanting to start a fight...
"Cowboys have always been my favorite heroes of the Wild West!"
" Who dared to say to William Picket or Charles Goonight...
that their hats were too wide to suggest an imminent threat?"
"Keep your mouth shut, don't look if you don't like my hat!"
~~~Cowboys~~~
When I was a kid I wanted to live
On the Ponderosa, a cowgirl I'd be.
The daughter-in-law of Ben Cartwright
And Little Joe would marry me.
Cowboys stoked my imagination,
Made me dream of times gone by.
They were men who were strong and brave
And many a cowboy caught my eye.
Westerns I watch, I'm an avid fan.
The cowboys always make me smile.
I daydream along and wish myself there
If only for a little while.
So if you want to catch my eye
Just wear a stetson and a pair of tight jeans.
Then you're halfway to winning my heart
For my interest towards cowboys leans.
I met a lanky ol' feller th' other day,
An' I want ter tell ya'll about 'im if'n I may.
An' ol' slouch hat was pulled down on his pate,
An' he ambled along at a leisurely gait.
Slightly bowed legs says he'd spent years in th' saddle.
His steely-eyed glare would make a rattlesnake skedaddle!
His flowin' mustaches drooped down b'low his jaw.
In his cheeks wuz a huge wad uv terbaccy chaw!
He wuz leadin' a handsome cattle cuttin' cayuse.
Let me tell ya'll uv his skill with a stream of terbaccy juice.
Why, its been told 'round these parts fer years,
That frum fifty paces he kin pin back a jack rabbit's ears!
"Well, it's time to go ter work", rails the boss,
An' he climbs aboard his good and faithful hoss.
Ridin' all day long, th' fences to mend, and,
Gittin' ready to round up the dogies to brand!
Pete tol' me he'll never herd cows in a pick-up truck,
Nor eat grub frum no fancy eatery fer chuck.
He'll keep ridin' th' range on his devoted ol' horse,
Cowboyin' th' ol' ways with absolutely no remorse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Lord, I ain't good at prayin', I hope You'll fergive me fer that,
But I need to pause by this Colorady spruce fer a little chat.
It's been a very tryin' day a-herdin' dogies an' fixin' fences,
So please lend Yer ear whilst I unwind an' enjoy Yer vast expanses.
Lord, it's been mighty hot an' dusty on th' lonely trail today;
Sometimes I wonder why I cowboy - it shore ain't fer the pay.
But I love Yer wide-open ranges, fer me that's my compensation.
I'll never cease to wonder at th' grandeur uv Yer Creation!
Lord, help me to allus take plenty uv time to look an' ponder,
At th' majesty uv that snow-capped mountain range over yonder.
May I allus savor th' smell uv sagebrush an' fragrant pine,
An' th' sunsets that You paint jes' fer me that are so divine.
You know I git irate a-herdin' them wily cows and steers,
An' I git to cussin' which is so displeasin' to Yer ears.
Yer within Yer rights to brand me th' worst sinner on th' earth,
But, Lord, I'm a-tryin' to do my best to live a life uv worth.
Lord, I'm a-thankin' Ye fer th' good an' faithful hoss I ride,
Even fer Cooky's chuck uv beans an' bacon that I must abide.
I can't thank Ye enough for Yer forgiveness an' faithful love;
I hope You'll see fit to brand me fer Yer heavenly corral above!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)