Being A Cowboy Poem by Gerald Hanners

Being A Cowboy

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I always wanted to be a cowboy
Like some of the guys that I knew.
Boys like Smokey and Bucky
And, of course, little Billy Pew.

But, I had some trouble.
I never seemed to fit in.
I guess it's because of the way
I viewed the world back then.

Flanking some rowdy calf.
Throwing him down on his side.
Now, that's the kind of work that
I just couldn't abide.

That calf will poke you and prod you.
It's darn hard on your clothes!
And, of course, that flying dust
Goes right up your nose.

You finish the day
All bruised and battered.
And your fifty dollar hat
Is all wrinkled and tattered.

Those expensive hand tooled boots
Are all covered with mud.
And you know that tomorrow
You must ride that ill tempered stud.

If you think being a cowboy
Is all about fun,
Just try building a barbwire fence
Under a broiling Summer sun.

I'll give you some advice,
If it's not too late.
If you're thinking about being a cowboy,
Boy, you'd be wise to hesitate!

Get yourself a town job
Where the money is better
And you don't have to be outside
In all kinds of weather.

Like on a cold, dark morning
Breaking ice on that stock tank.
And all the time, wishing like Hell
That you worked in a bank!

Yep! This is the kind of work
That takes a fool to do it.
Unless, of course, you happened
To be born to it!

Just spend a few days with those kickers
And buckers and snorters and stinkers
And you'll learn...
This just ain't no job for deep thinkers!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Howard Savage 07 January 2016

I played a cowboy when I was young. Good poem.

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