Page 6 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky
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When you need a friend.
He was just a little boy
Barely old enough to tie his shoe
He was outside playing
Like little boys tend to do
Out behind the bunkhouse
An old cowboy sat beneath the tree
So he wandered over like little boys do
To see what he could see
He knew nothing of life’s travails
He’d only lived in this one place
When he walked over to the old cowboy
And saw teardrops on his face
The old man sat there lonesome
For his friend had passed away
The little boy felt his sorrow
And wondered what he should say
Then he found the answer
Like his Daddy’s stories before his nap
He walked over to the old cowboy
And climbed up in his lap
His Mother asked him later
What he said to the elderly gent
For she watched over her little boy
And the places that he went
