REMEMBERIN’ WILL
By Donna Penley Th’ day Will Rogers died – well, I wasn’t born just yet; I’ve wondered somewhat oer th ‘ years, what I’d done if we had met. My daddy loved ol’ Will, an’ repeated oft his words; His sayin’s were a mixture of wit an’ Oklahoma proverbs! He was born out on th’ ol’ Iron Dog, jest a few miles away from here; His native state reveres him an’ holds his memory dear. Wiley Post was his best pal, an’ they crashed in arctic weather; Kind of fittin’ in a way, that they both died together. Th’ whole world lost a great man that day; What would he say about us today? Well, he’d probably die all over again, a’laughin’ at th’ mess this ol’ world’s in!!!! Copyright Protected
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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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