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A COWBOYS STORY
Contributed by
Adelle
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Monday, 15th May 2006 @ 05:53:25 PM in AEST
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this ole farmer
a yacker and a yeller
gives his a talken to
bout the ole worken he had to do
that ole shovel
made of steel and medal
was his survival
out there a diggen in dirt and rubble
no man knows
the hell of a farmers soul
unless its seen
and hes a always worken to get it clean
that ole farmer see Nile n all
tellen his tale before his eyes fall
rocken away
now you listen hed say
this straw hat here
on my head I hold dear
wore it dawn til dusk
and when the straw was
a fallen I would add some more
a taken it from the hay of my horse
that ole horse lived till he wrinkled
hea became see Nile himself
lived til he was fifty and two
that ole thing kept me a company through
every a passin long day
while the flies would bug his face
wed have a chatten time
that ole horse listened knowin he was mine
I labored til my hands were dead
while wearin my favorite shirt plaid red
now you listen here
listen careful n sincere
that horse and I made a lot of money
in all those years of a farming
my shovel still hangs in the barn
rusted and dusty its still a hangin on
you take care of that shovel
and dont go a changin it out
money is not everything
dont spend it in a wasting
take this land
make it rich and golden
showin nottun but a happy asmilin
soon im a goin to leave this life
hopein to find my horse awaitin for my
good ole chatten time
just bury me where the sun does shine
that should be your memory
for I spent many days in the sun a laboring
now heres that money
I didnt spend even a penny
I a shoved the beers away
and I atook that money and saved
I am a millionaire
have a plenty to share
no need to be fancy
just take what ya need
I a came from the good ole times
take a lesson from my a life
so many a cars
so a many computers
easy a spendins
livin above your means
all I had was my shovel
my horse and I only had each other
didnt drink a beers
my own cabin for, I a labored
worked hard for every earnins
so bury me where the sun rises
n taken my money
n investin it wisely
this ole cowboy is goin to sleep
good night sunny
see ya lookin down from the sun a smiling
may 14 2006
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Adelle
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Re: A COWBOYS STORY
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by Cupid on
Monday, 15th May 2006 @ 10:14:30 PM AEST
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I really like the way you wrote out the farmer/ cowboy's dialect, Adelle!
This poem is fun and creative!
Keep up the good work! |
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Re: A COWBOYS STORY
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by katt on
Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 12:53:33 AM AEST
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Too funny. Really enjoyed this. Sounds like one of my relatives down in South Georgia.
good job~
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