I Ain'T No Cowboy Poem by david lessard

I Ain'T No Cowboy



I ain't no cowboy...never was...never will be.
But at times I'm fond of going out in the desert,
to watch the sun sink over the horizon.

I ain't no cowboy, never had the urge to be one.
But on ocassion, I enjoy hearing a Merle Haggard tune,
like the one he sings about in Muskogee, Oklahoma.

I ain't wearing no cowboy boots...tried it...
too uncomfortable for me. But
I do like to jump in some old blue-jeans
and throw on a western-style shirt
once-in-awhile.

Don't care for cowboy hats neither...
nor hats in general. But sometimes that Arizona sun
beats down on you and you gotta wear
a wide-brim something or other. (for shade)

Don't go for them big wide fancy belts
with the garish buckles on 'em.
But I find sporting a bolo tie to be
agreeable at times.

I just ain't no cowhand. No way. No how.
But yes, i dig Roy Rodgers and
Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings.

Me on a horse? Forget it.
All Yankees in my family tree.
No horses in my ancestry.
No rodeos in my memory.
Nope, I ain't no cowboy,
nor will I ever be.

But dammit,
put on a Hank Williams record
and that's as close
to country as I'll ever get.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
George F. Hunter 12 June 2009

Nice writing, David. Spoken like a true Yankee.

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