Cowboy Campfire Cookout - Poem by JOHNNY COBB
It was our last night in Yellowstone
The first scenic park site in this nation.
A conestoga wagon took us to
Our cowboy cookout destination.
Mobile's muggy weather is a mem'ry
As we enjoy cool nights in September.
200 guests await sizzling steaks
As I gaze at orange and amber embers.
We feasted on baked beans, cole slaw and corn.
Took in the peaceful quiet with no cars.
We'll long remember the cookout buffet
Then were awed by a dark canvas with stars.
All of us gathered around the campfire
And sang songs of the days of the old west
Watched bighorn sheep in the distant meadow.
For the kids, petting horses was the best.
Sipping coffee 'round the campfire tonight
Felt like we were in a Charles Russell print.
Listening to Cowboy Bob telling his tales
We all loved this western entertainment.
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