There's nuthin' more relaxing, friend,
when day's work all is done,
than sittin' ‘round that warm camp fire
to setting of the sun.
We sing some songs that we all know,
and even some we don't.
You'd think the cows would criticize,
but we know that they won't.
Guitar's one thing that we can't bring,
though we all wish we could;
but Dutchy's mouth harp helps us sing;
it makes us sound quite good.
And we tell tales about the trails
that all of us have trod,
and wonder how long could we have
‘til we must meet with God.
This cowboy life is dangerous;
that's one thing we all know;
we work for years and get worn out,
with nothing much to show.
Yet I won't trade for anything,
no fancy suit and vest;
as I sit here with all my pards,
I think this life's the best!
Congratulations on your well deserved win with this awesome cowboy poem, Kim. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Kim, I was never much on camping out, preferred a home cooked meal and a bed I was used to sleeping in.
Congrats Kim but if I was the judges I would put you in first place
A great poem indeed.Cow boy's life and spirit, so succinctly told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, partner! You have done well; I couldn't have done better myself! I'm glad I could inspire you! Five stars and to my favorites!
Thanks, Cowboy! You are my inspiration and my hero!