And they the buckin' bronchos did ride; They snubbed them down with a lasso rope, Bucked them out and went away at a lope. When the ponies came back, they were tired and sore But the cowboys were still ready for more. To eat, they had coffee, beans and jerky, And once in a while a fat wild turkey. Round the campfire at night stories they told, Stories of themselves daring and bold. On the guitar they played many chords And sang of the prairie, where they were the lords. When I am grown a cowboy I'll be And most of the west I'll be sure to see. I'll follow the ways of the punchers of old, Roping, riding and gallant as we have been told. >>> Click here for additional archived poetry! <<< Copyright ©2003 by Clark Crouch. |