HE’D LIKE T’ HAVE A NICKEL --
By Donna Penely
He’d like t’ have a nickel for every cold backed nag he’s rode
For frosty mornings he‘d had his breakfast standin‘ in th‘ cold.
An‘, he’d like t’ have a penny for each cactus spine he’d pulled
Out th’ slobbery muzzle of some mossy horn or bull.
Or every warble that’ he’d popped out of some ol’ sterr’s hide
Or, a dollar for each drive he’s made that was a non-stop ride.
Sittin’ th’ saddle like a sack o’ taters --you was too tired t‘ sit straight When a sore an’calloused butt seemed to simply be yore fate..
Yes, there’d been some bad times. Yet, there was some real good -
If he had a chance t’ go back right now, well, he knew he would!
He remembered oilin’ tack while th’ rain was fallin’ down
Too wet t’ move th’ herd, or even go t’ town.
He remembers many paydays when he’d stayed back with th’ cattle
An’ let th’ young bucks go t’ town t’ swig their beer an’ battle.
He remembers watchin’ ‘em straggle in after they’d squandered all their pay
Lookin’ all th’ world like dead men who wouldn’t work that day
But, work that day they would, until ol’ Sol had set
As they stumbled into th’ bunkhouse, he knew they’d paid their debt!
What had made him be a cowboy? He couldn’t remember back that far
Except there was no work in town at th’ endin’ of th’ war.
Yeah, he’d take those pennies an’ those nickels, an’ th’ dollars, too
Just t’ be back in th’ saddle, doin’ things he used t’ do.
Then he hears th’ screen door close, soft footsteps comin’ near
Coffee cups in both her hands. It is his Sally dear.
She’s made up for all th’ bad days that he’s ever had
A woman who’d waited years for him, of that his heart is glad!
But, there are times he’d surrender it all for just one more trail drive
For th’ years he was a working’ cowboy, an’ just proud t’ be alive!
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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.
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