Cowboy poetry

Just what is cowboy poetry? If it is something authentic written by a cowboy, about a cowboy, for a cowboy, or something along those lines, it must be cowboy poetry. Does it need a certain jingle like traditional kinda poems? I say, not necessarily so. So don't worry about spurs and the like; just enjoy the spirit of the west. - David

This is about a genuine old cowboy, who grauated from cowboy college long before most kids even thought about being a cowboy.

Bob

Out in the pasture near the creek or by the rodeo grounds,
You’ll find Bob.
Pitching hay or filling tubs for the horses.
That’s Bob.
Gabbing and laughing with Don ’round the corral.
Bob, of course.
Chuckin’ and splittin’ logs, fixing sticks for the fire;
No one does it better than Bob.
Same boots workin’ after decades of dirt and dust;
They’re on Bob.
Hat cocked right, bandana ’round his neck.
Yup, Bob.
Hefting the saddle and slippin’ the bridle on;
Bob’s ready to ride.
Headin’ up yonder hill or down the prairie trail;
Bob’s happy.
Something needs fixin' around the house;
Bob’ll get it done.
Dancin’ in the kitchen or singing a tune for his gal;
That guy’d be Bob!
Got that cheeky sparkle in his eyes as he teases;
Who else? Bob!
After dinner watching Jeopardy, Judy sittin’ b’side;
You guessed it! Bob.
Sun’s gone down. On his knees givin’ thanks for the day.
That’d be Bob.

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