FLETCHER, THE COW CATCHER
By Donna Penley
We spent long days together, ol’ Fletcher an’ me;
Workin’ cattle on a ranch, we were a team, you see!
No steer could get away from us, or leave th’ herd behind,
Fletch an’ me was a team. You could say we were of one mind.
There were times I ate while on th’ run, workin’ cattle was our life;
Sometimes Fletcher didn’t get his oats ‘till way into th’ night.
Then came th’ day that cowboyin’ didn’t seem like so much fun;
An’ me an’ Fletcher realized that a new life had begun.
So Fletcher an’ I, we parted ways, an’ sad it was, that day,
His broomstick tail almost worn out, from draggin’ all that way.
I look in on him, now an’ then, give his head a pat;
Tell him about my real horse, an’ he’s happy with all that!
Ol’ Fletcher rests in a corner, his paint still bright an’ gay --,
Waitin’ for another little wrangler t‘ take him out to play.
But I’ll never forget those magic days we worked cattle in th’ sun --
An’ if there’s a stick horse heaven, ol’ Fletcher’s place is won!!
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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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