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| The Cowboy
The cowboy slowly rose from bed, It was time for him to rise. He smelled the bacon frying, With eggs and browned 'home-fries'. He put on his well-worn blue jeans, And his weathered leather vest. His checkered shirt was tattered, But the one he liked the best. His boots were where he tossed them, When he took them off last night. They felt like they were shrinking, 'Cause they felt a little tight. He grabbed his trusty rifle, Slapped both six-guns on his hip. Pushed his hat back on his forehead, And gave the brim a little flip. He ate his hearty breakfast, Gave the cook a little kiss, Said, 'I've got lots of work to do, I'll see ya later miss." He swaggered out unto the porch, His horse was standing there. He jumped up in the saddle, And headed towards the bandit's lair. He knew that they'd be waiting, He's done this times before. It was his job to keep the peace And even up the score. He's been in many battles, And he's won most every one. What he couldn't do with talkin, He just settled with his gun. The hours past, she looked out, He was coming through the gate. She had his supper ready, 'Cause he was never late. She said, "You look kinda tired, And you've had a busy day". "Why don't you go take a nap?" "I'll put your stuff away." So the cowboy climb into his bunk It had been a long, long day. He thanked GOD for his blessings, As he clasped his hands to pray. His mother came into the room, Her heart was full of sorrow. "Remember son, you need your rest, For school starts back tomorrow!" |
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