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!! Protected By Copyright
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AuthorDonna 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. Archives
March 2017
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