By Donna Penley
Penny Jo was his favorite horse;
He’d ride her like th’ wind.
He lived his life th’ same way,
No thought of th’ end.
He loved his friends an’ family;
But, so many times was gone –
Out doin’ other things,
But he lived it, right or wrong.
Th’ things he’s best remembered by,
Is his ornery little smile,
An’ how he loved to tease us;
Lovin’ us all th’ while.
His last days he faced head-on;
Looked mortality in th’ eye.
An’ with his loved ones all around him
Went peacefully on high.
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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.