Poetry

Cowboy
by Earl Bergland, 1970

A cowboy rode warily along
Six shooter tied with rawhide thong
Astride a fine paint dancing feet high
A tossing head pretending to shy

A trail town the cowboy did know
Spurring the colt started to crow
With a panther scream an Indian yell
Whining a bullet off the school bell

Beer in his belly the wolf in his eye
Using a chaser of Grandpa's Old Rye
Booted heels braced in gambling hall
Snap the gun let hammer fall

Spurs winking a moonlight beat
Paint cantering scorpion street

Another range behind him
Still another risk to see
A chance of cards of winning
Gambling the means to be free

Busting Montana broncs maybe an outlaw
A popping Texas mavericks up a draw
A trailing doggies a riding fence line
Wanting something of his own at night time

Cowboy hoped to be home never will
Dusted his Stetson as he topped the hill



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