Duke And Roy Poem by Smoky Hoss

Hang up your old hat
Put your boots in a box
Trade in your good horse for a poor house cat,
Set your saddle out for sale
Let your ponies go unshod
Grass has grown long over the trail...
Hang your spurs
In a corner of the cabin window
Sit by and listen
To the lonely Western wind blow,
Sing one more cowboy song
For the real men
Who've rode on;
The Duke and Roy are long gone.
The great West
Will never be the same
As America and the movies
Together hand-in-hand go quite insane,
No heros left to be found
No decent men still
Anywhere around.
How much longer
Can the flag wave on?
For the Duke and Ol' Dollor
Are now gone.
Roy and Trigger have rode on too
So what's an old
American cowboy left to do?
How to stand strong and tall
And find the good
Available inside us all?
Who will ever save the day
Showing us the true cowboy way?

From evil they never backed down
Always held hard to their sacred ground,
With gentle strength
And sure sincerity in what was right
Never starting
Nor running from a fight:
' - Defend the defensless,
- Respect the women,
- Protect the children,
- Draw a line on the side of good and make your stand,
- And always take proper care of the land.
Don't be wronged, insulted, or laid a hand on,
Don't do these things to other folks
And require the same from them.'
These mighty truths they taught to us all along.
Who now will remind us,
For the Duke and Roy have gone.

What we are left with now
On the silver-screen
Is so phony, irresponsible, small,
Selfish, and mean.
It serves as a deep reminder
Of what we have lost,
May we never forget the upright lessons
To us they once taught;
Let us pause and here remember...
Take a moment
Of thanks giving to render.
Thankful for those such as them
These great ones who showed us, as if their own,
How to grow
From boys into men.
Even though Duke and Roy
From this world are gone,
In our hearts and lives
May they always live and ride on...
God bless the Cowboys.