THE KID AN’ ME

 THE KID AN’ ME
By Donna Penley


We were always sidekicks, th’ little kid an’ me;
Ridin’ th’ range an’ dusty streets, this wayward gal an’ he.
Never did we think that we were just kids playin’ make believe,
Oh, it was real all right, t’ us.  What excitement we did weave
Into th’ very substance of our souls. We were always th’ good guys,
Ridin’ th’ range for truth an’ justice, no hombre cut us down to size!
We used our horses ruthlessly, runnin’ ’em all th’ time;
Never gave ’em time to blow, oh we were “horse sense” blind.
 Our Mama’s packed us grub, we said it came  from Cookie’s  shack;
We always ate it on th’ run, never lookin’ back.
We made camp beneath th’ stars, with a tarp on th’ ol’ clothesline --
Other than skeeter an’ chigger bites, we was livin’ fine!!
But, then th’ kid an’ I grew up, an’ we kinda left th’ range;
Playin’ basketball an’ studying’ , well it never was th’ same.
We went on t’ high school, my errant pard an me;
Th’ last time we played cowboys an’ injuns was in l953!
Oh we knowed we was a little old fer it, but we didn’t care;
We was tryin’ t’ hold onto somethin’, but th’ magic wasn’t there!
I hear he’s in Nevada.  Haven’t heard from him  in years
But when I think of th’ kid an’ me,  it always brings me tears.
But one thing that I will always know, is  we kept th’ West alive!
Before we went on to th’ grind of workin’ nine t’ five!

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