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Learnin’ Cowboy
By Donna Penley He was just a dirt poor ranch hand, Never had much to call his own Left his folks when he was sixteen His cow-punchin’ skills to hone. He bounced around from spread t’ spread Worked for pay most wouldn’t take Used his saddle for a pillow Till Cookie’s bell brought him awake. So, he learned cowboy in’ the hard way -- Heat, rain -- all kinds o’ weather An’ he never earned much money, No coins to rub together. But the pards he met and kept as friends Made up for lack of material things Sidekicks who‘d back ya , no matter what And their kinship held no strings. 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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