Sandra E. Beguhn
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The Cowboy Up The Road
He was just and old time cowboy
who lived up the road a ways.
He sat and whittled toys for kids
that's how he spent his days. All the kids went up there,
they loved the stories that he told,
about, how the west was won and lost,
and about that shinny gold. Well, he was called to service,
to the place where angels go,
I hoped he knew we loved him,
but, I never told him so. I baked him apple pie,
at least three times a week;
he never actually said thank you,
just smiled, and tweaked my cheek. He didn't have any kin folk left,
so it was up to ...