Page 24 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky

Every notice how two people can view the same thing and describe it in two
different ways. It’s even more pronounced when you throw in a generation gap.

Wealthy Cowboy

In a canyon by the water

Past the field of bolders yonder.
In the company of Birch, Aspen

And other noble trees.

Far from any general stores

An wended trails where nesters often wander.
A cowboy and his Grandson quiet ponders,

As they pause to shoot the breeze.

It must be hard to be a top hand Grandpa,
That's what I'm gonna be.

I’m gonna ride the range like you
An live my life out free.

When I grow up an get my place,

There's only one little hitch.

You've cowboy'd a long long time,
How come you never been rich ?

Well, come over here and sit a spell,

This might take a while.
Lets talk about this cowboy life

And why you bring a smile.