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MICHELLE STRICKLAND
North Texas
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Definition of a Cowboy
In loving memory of W.H. Cheek ( Papa)

You can tell a cowboy by his looks,
Even read of them in history books.
Rowdy, rugged and tough,
They'll never holler enough is enough.
He rises before the morning sun,
For there is always work to be done.
Saddled up, he'll head on out,
Upon his sturdy old mount.
Ridin the range all day,
He would have it no other way.
A cowboy you can't tame,
It would be a disgrace to his name.
Like a bull out of chute number ten,
His heart would never mend.
A cowboy he will always be,
He's a legend unlike you or me.

2002, Michelle Strickland
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

This poem is also included in our collection of 
poems about Cowboy Dads and Granddads

 

Papa and Me

I was driving by the time I was three,
Sitting high upon my Papa's knee.
We would lie in the bed of his ole truck,
and wish on the stars for luck.
Our own fun we would make,
I even drove his tractor into the lake.
I'm as on'ry as can be,
only because my Papa taught me.
Laughter, teasing and tears,
he taught me to conquer my fears.
Jeans, boots and cowboy hat,
Can you imagine him without that?!
on Whirlwind his horse we rode,
those memories I'll always hold.
He'd threaten to "tan my hide"....a lot
But he never did.. it was never my fault.
In my heart he will always be
The memories of just Papa and Me.

2001, Michelle Strickland
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Michelle writes: This poem was written for my Papa on June 25, 2001, two days before he passed away. As he fought for life, the poem was read to him by my mother, as she read the poem a tear ran down his cheek. The poem was then folded and placed back in his hand and he would not let anyone take it out. He left this world and took this poem to heaven with him. A copy of the poem was read at his memorial service as a tribute.

This poem is also included in our collection of 
poems about Cowboy Dads and Granddads


Papa and Me

 

Never Forgotten

W. H. Cheek
1927 - 2001

 

 

 

About Michelle Strickland:

Growing up in West Texas, I spent much of my time with my Papa.  Before I was even a year old he had me on a horse.  We would spend time doing nothing at all or going to the rodeos, riding horses, fishing, or camping out.  My papa had a natural ability with all animals, especially horses.  At a very early age he taught me to love and respect nature, rodeo and ranch life, animals, and the real traditional cowboy way.

As a teen I developed a passion for writing poetry and short stories with the dream of someday becoming a novelist.

In June 2001, the world lost one of the true originals, my papa.  As a way of healing, grieving, and getting back on that ole horse I begin to write
poetry and short stories with Papa as my guide and inspiration.

I now live in North Texas on a small ranch with my husband, daughter, and all of our critters.

 

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