Cowboys Poem by Carmen Strawn

A Cowboys Hat
Is Tattered and Worn.
His Boots are Scuffed,
And he's Saddle Sore.
He Rides his Horse
All around the Ranch
Chase'n & Rope'n calves,
That have gone a stray...
A Cowboys life
Has stayed the same,
There's Work to be done
In the Sun or Rain.
Horses to be Broke,
And Horses to be Shod.
Brand''n going on,
In the Corral near the Barn...
A Chuck-Wagon cook
Rings his Triangle Loud.
Cowboys & Wranglers all know,
That Grub is served.
An Eagle fling high
In search of food.
A Train whistle blowing,
In the Cool Nigh Wind...
A Cowboy strums his Guitar,
To the Rhythum of Hoofs.
A Wrangler with Harmonica,
Plays a Catchy Tune.
Majestic Mountains capped,
With a fresh dusting of Snow.
Sun Setting in the distance,
And the Coyotes Howl.
A Cowboys life
Is filled with Surprise.
He Ropes and Rides
And Always says a Prayer.
A Saddle and a Blanket,
A Rope, Spurs and Boots,
Just signs of a Cowboy,
That are UN-disturbed...