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Life out on the prairie was sometimes hard and lean;
Cookie at th’ chuckwagon boiled up salt pork an’ beans.
coffee in an ol’ tin cop was the fanciest they got;
They didn’t need no flavorin’ as long as it was hot!
Th’ deer jerky an’ hard tackc was mighty hard t’ chew;
But th’ hands never complained much, since meals was far an’ few.
An’ a stringy ol’ jack rabbit was a treat thrown in th’ pot;
Taters an’ wild onions helped th’ flavorin’ a lot.
They didn’t have fancy seasonin’s – firewood was hard t’ find;
All they had was dried up chips from a buffalo’s behind.
An’, they kinda thought they was eatin’ high when a rattle snake was found;
Cooked up in an ol’ iron skillet with sage they had hand ground.
When Cookie rang th’ breakfast iron, they really rallied ‘round;
Drank hot Arbuckle coffee, an’ through their teeth sifted th’ grounds.
Folks in this modern day an’ age don’t appreciate th’ fact;
They had no artificial additives, but flavor didn’t lack!
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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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