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The Life of a Cowboy
He's up in time to wake up the chickens and his pony is saddled to ride
it's time to pen cattle, load 'em up for the trip, got his trusty ol' dog by his side
It's the life he has chosen, there's no turnin' back, but he'd have it no other way
there's nothin' more real than the life of a cowboy and he lives that life every day
No, it's not for the man who prefers a big desk, an assistant to answer his phone
and it's not for the man who can't spend his days and nights on the range all alone
And in spite of the fact that the summers and winters get harder as years pass him by
he's a cowboy and that's all that he wants to be, and I don't think you need to ask why
Sittin' out on the porch watching stars in the sky, as the heifers are bellowing low
he sips his black coffee, taking stock of his life, and there's only one thing that he knows
He is meant to be right where he is, no place else, and he'll be here when he's laid to rest
tho' his life may be hard, it's been worth every challenge, and he's always given his best
It's a matter of pride, a tradition that his father's father has passed down to him
it runs through his veins like the river that flows, it's as strong as a West Texas wind
In the years of his life he has seen many changes, the progress that never stands still
but a cowboy's a cowboy, and a horse is a horse, things may change but that never will
So God bless the cowboy and watch over him as he rides watching over his herd
an American icon, this man of the west with his hat and his jingling spurs
As he mounts that ol' pony, pulls his hat down and smiles, he's ready to start a new day
no there's nothin' more real than the life of a cowboy and he'd have it no other way
© 2013, Smokey Culver, All Rights Reserved
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Smokey told us his poem was, "inspired by a long time friend who has a ranch in Oakwood, Texas. My buddy Ron had posted a note in Facebook about all the work that he had done that morning, penning cows, loading them in the trailer, off to the sale barn, etc. And it was not yet 9 AM when he got back to the ranch and made the post. I thought what a great life, and knowing my old partner, he would clearly have it no other way.
About Smokey Culverprovided 2013
I was born and raised in southeast Texas, and have lived here all my life. I've been involved with horses since about age 11, and currently am working as a ranch hand at Habitat for Horses, a horse rescue ranch near Galveston.
I write music and poetry about whatever comes to mind, mostly farmers and ranchers and down home folks. The Lord has blessed me with an ability to put thoughts into words that generally make sense, and even stir up emotions sometimes.
I have recently joined the board of directors of Musicians, Artists, Authors, Poets, and Storytellers (MAAPS) of Texas as the person to oversee the cowboy poetry issues.
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