Poetry

People call me old fashioned and say I’m outta touch Cause I don’t watch TV or read the paper too much Forgive Me I’m Just an Old Cowboy You pegged me as a loner saying I am no fun Work starts before daybreak and sun sets fore it’s done Forgive Me I’m Just an Old Cowboy   Don’t drive no fancy car or follow any trend Only on my beat up truck and horse can I depend Forgive Me I’m Just an Old Cowboy You mock my worn jeans and…

Another performance over and his work is done Most of the grease paint was gone from his face His life as a rodeo clown has just begun It’s this new role he must now embrace Many years ago he was in the cowboy protection Making himself a target for fallen bull-riders Each outin addin bumps, and bruises, to his collection He’d shuck, and jive as if his feet were on gliders His movements have been slowed by injury and age He now walks at a much slower pace It’s different…

Dec 24th and so much to do Chore list just grew and grew Feed the animals clean stalls No time for deck the halls Chores are finally done Now time for some fun Drink an eggnog and rum Maybe eat a sugar plum The rum went ma head So it’s off I go to bed Hope I can sleep Hate counting sheep Was the middle of the night When I woke with a fright To what sounded like a hoof Landing right on my roof Well I had to explore…