Gerald Hanners

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I always wanted to be a cowboy
Like some of the guys that I knew.
Boys like Smokey and Bucky
And, of course, little Billy Pew.
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What kind of boy would he have been without the gun?
Holding it gave him courage, made him feel like a man.
Using it gave him a sense of power,
that only cowards could understand.
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The best thing about being a Grandparent
is that it allows you to be a kid again.
You get another chance at games and toys,
at 'making believe' and making noise!
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Sometimes it's morning.
Sometimes it's night.
Sometimes it's dark.
Sometimes it's light.
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Stand up and be counted.
Let your conscience shine.
You've got to put it on the table, boy!
You've got to lay it on the line.
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Florida couldn't count the votes
And the nine in robes dashed our hopes
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
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Billy Collins-wry and somber-the
Indisputable 'poetry king' of our time,
Led us to the Promised Land in
Literary form by freeing us from
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In an attempt at style,
I recently installed floor tile
in my home kitchen.
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This is a true story, so I've been told.
It was written up in the newspaper not too long ago.
It's all about Roddy Pippin, a cowboy want-to-be.
Well, he was a boy all right, but he had no cattle you see.
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</>Christmas is just another word for failure, I've always thought.
Just another opportunity to be ridiculed for the things I've bought.
That for which I always yearn is to buy a gift that she doesn't return.
She will accept it with enthusiasm and glee
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The Best Poem Of Gerald Hanners

Being A Cowboy

I always wanted to be a cowboy
Like some of the guys that I knew.
Boys like Smokey and Bucky
And, of course, little Billy Pew.

But, I had some trouble.
I never seemed to fit in.
I guess it's because of the way
I viewed the world back then.

Flanking some rowdy calf.
Throwing him down on his side.
Now, that's the kind of work that
I just couldn't abide.

That calf will poke you and prod you.
It's darn hard on your clothes!
And, of course, that flying dust
Goes right up your nose.

You finish the day
All bruised and battered.
And your fifty dollar hat
Is all wrinkled and tattered.

Those expensive hand tooled boots
Are all covered with mud.
And you know that tomorrow
You must ride that ill tempered stud.

If you think being a cowboy
Is all about fun,
Just try building a barbwire fence
Under a broiling Summer sun.

I'll give you some advice,
If it's not too late.
If you're thinking about being a cowboy,
Boy, you'd be wise to hesitate!

Get yourself a town job
Where the money is better
And you don't have to be outside
In all kinds of weather.

Like on a cold, dark morning
Breaking ice on that stock tank.
And all the time, wishing like Hell
That you worked in a bank!

Yep! This is the kind of work
That takes a fool to do it.
Unless, of course, you happened
To be born to it!

Just spend a few days with those kickers
And buckers and snorters and stinkers
And you'll learn...
This just ain't no job for deep thinkers!

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Gerald Hanners 25 October 2011

Roddy Pippin was released from jail October 22,2011

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