TOPIC #2 A Cowboy's Tune

A Cowboy’s Tune

My bridle’s in the dirt.

My saddle squeaks all day.

I want to see the barn

And give this horse some hay.

Lonely is the life of

A cowboy in the rain.

I’d be an engineer

if I used but half my brain.

The mountains on the left

The river on the right.

The cattle in the meadow;

We’ll rest here for the night.

I pull my bed roll,

Store the tack,

Take off my spurs and

Hit the sack.

The stars are shining.

The coyotes howl.

I hear the hoot

Of a very wise old owl.

The morning comes…

The clouds are hanging low.

There is frost on the ground.

I hope it doesn’t snow.

I stretch really hard.

Then, much to my surprise,

Someone’s looking down at me!

So I look right in their eyes,

And discover that my Mother

Was holding me on her lap!

I was only dreaming

While taking a little nap!

--- Sigh ---

Well that’s ok…

I hope I didn’t snore.

The cattle can wait…

Because I…am…only…four.

As noted in the “History of Grandpa’s Unplanned Poems” the beginning of this poem just happened, and then stopped when the little cowboy ‘hit the sack’.  I felt that since nothing else came, the poem was completed, and I was sad, because I would have thought it would be fun to explore the Wild, Wild West and have many cowboy adventures in the course of an extended poem.

About a year after the poem happened, I awoke at 4 o’clock in the morning and knew that I had something to write… and came to realize that it was the Cowboy’s tune. I was very excited to see what would happen during the great adventures. As you can see, the cowboy was in a very safe place and did not have an adventure, which is probably good, because, as you already know, he/she is only four years old. The Wild, Wild West will have to wait.

Here is the video I created with the help of a cattle drive video from the UX Ranch. I hope you enjoy it!