Cowboy Cafe Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Having breakfast with my husband at the Cowboy Cafe,
observing locals and out-of-town patrons with amuse-
ment.

A young girl about seven, blonde hair, blue eyes,
having breakfast with her Grandma.

Cute, polite, good manners - until she opens up a
bag of crackers and proceeds to crumble and break
them into and around her mouth.

Older patrons are also looking and watching,
reminiscing about their own daughters and sons at
that very age.

A pleasant atmosphere, friendly, good portions of
food on their plates.

A cowboy friendly, all-around nice hometown cafe.