The Old Cowboy
He sits on the saddle of his old horse
Rubbing his knees cause the rain is coming of course.
The old horse snorts and shakes his head,
Time to head back to the old homestead.
Back at the stables he rubs the horse down,
Makes sure he's fed and watered then walks him around.
Back in the stall for the rest of the night,
Have to ride fence in the dark with night sight.
In the house for dinner he goes,
Stretches out his legs and warms up his toes.
Gets washed up and ready for bed,
Fluff's his pillow and lays down his tired head.
Oh what a long, long day that it's been,
Up in the morning to do it again.
For even after he's gone, forever he'll ride,
With his horse Smokey, right there by his side.
©2005 Myc Blackie productions all rights reserved
Dedicated to Grandaddy who will forever be the cowboy.
By macwriter
© 2005 macwriter
(All rights reserved)
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