Cowboy Hat - Poem by Juan Olivarez
A cowboy hat flew by on the wind,
And I started thinking, where it had been.
Did it come from the desert hot and dry,
Or from the mountains, high in the sky.
Was it Roy's hat, or maybe Gene's?
Maybe on the duke's head, it had been.
Was it a bad guy's like Roy Barcroft,
I thought of this as it flew aloft.
Or was it a cowgirls hat that just flew by,
It was a western hat, that I couldn't deny.
It was dumped in the street, by the wind,
And lay there forlorn, like it needed a friend.
I picked it up, and put it on my head,
And it fit perfect, and I was glad.
Next time I'll tie it around my chin,
So this darned hat, won't fly off again.
12/2/10 Alton Texas
Comments about Cowboy Hat by Juan Olivarez
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye