THE CYBORG COWBOY
BY Donna Penley
They say by year 2050,
Man an’ beast’ll be part machine;
They told it on t.v. today--
An’ I’m afraid of what it means.
I’m a’wonderin’ in years t’ come,
What’s a cowboy going to see?
Will he ride a horse o’ flesh & blood
Or will mechanical it be?
Will th’ cattle walk on all fours,
Or have four wheels installed?
So’s they won’t waste energy or lose weight.
Will cattle they be called?
Will th’ cows graze grass upon th’ range,
Or be strictly feedlot fed?
Will cows be branded as they are now?
Or have chips in place instead?
Will cowpokes wear boots an’ jeans--
On their heads a wore out Stetson?
Or wear alloy duds t’ ward off heat?
It’s hard, but I’m a’guessin’ –
That th’ ol’ time cowboy’ll never change.
Will never ride machines;
He’ll never wear aluminum duds.
He prefers his ol’ blue jeans!
He won’t give up his life o’ workin’ cattle
Out on the open plains;
Never give up his love of freedom,
An’ ridin’ on th’ range.
Donna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer.