Cowboy Hat Poem by John I Nash

Cowboy hat, checkered shirt, bandana to match, wrapped around his neck, two guns hung low on his hips, no smile on his lips. Deadly serious he mounts his sawn wood horse; mysterious Bad Lands lay ahead. Stagecoach robbers could be hiding behind the couch or chair, he dismounts with care.

Guns drawn he crawls toward them with stark stare who knows what might be there. Sounds come from a different direction, making a swift correction he heads for the sound, he is bound by Cowboy oath not to be scared no matter what is there.

Now at the dividing wall he crawls along the floor so as not to be seen by the fiend that might be lurking there. Hiding behind a tree that looks like a chair no one knows that he is there.

His faithful sidekick arrives on the scene and licks his face clean. Quickly pulling his friend down, they must not be found.

Holstering his guns he runs back to his steed and mounts his wooden horse and gives a shout, giddy up, giddy up, faithful side kick close behind. I hope he can keep up this time.

Dust kicking up from the rug, he quickly dismounts and gives his dog a hug. I think we got away from them this time boy and throws his friend a toy.

Mom enters the room and with a glance she sees he has no pants, he takes a stance and looks at her smile and feigns being shot this little tot. She picks him up and hugs him close, she adores him so this little Cowboy with a hat and no pants.