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An Ole Cow Hand....
I`m an ole cowhand
from down in those
Lone Star Texas lands,
A wheel chair is
today's riding steed
a nursing home my
place of reside,
Over the hill, yet
not in the dirt
telling stories to
little squirts waiting patiently
for the promised
land....
Yes, I`m now an old
white haired codger
of the Texas`Rio
Grand....
I could ride,
shoot,rope,brand,
with the best of
them,
All those old now
story cowboys
were my youth
friends, as we traveled
many miles of land
quirks,range slopes,
and squiggly bends,
taking sometimes often
months to reach
destinations end.
Still I had to be
one of the old cowboys....
But, beneath my
rusty colored 10 gallon hat
there were pigtails
and freckles in hidden reign
with a winsome
she/smile to boot,
When the boys would
yell out ranting cuss words
I`d put in my 2
cents worth with ... Oh Shoot!!!
I never chawed
terbacky
an I never spit in
the grass,
At times they
thought me a little strange
but inquisitive
questions were never asked.
I had to feel those
range breezes kissing my cheeks
and t`was not my in
my genes to be lady like,
nor was fame or
fortune er my hearts seek,
My persona of
rough, not weak,
was range equipment
of my dress store,
as night after
night,I listened to coyote howling,
crickets wailing,
as well as my day range
allied bed roll
buddy`s melodic snores.
I kept watch for
cattle's calm, before the storms.
Ahhhh, so
many memories now
on hearts soar.
It took some years
for those Good Ole Boys
to see truth of my
gender ploy
With camouflaged
voice and duds,
I give thanks now
as I go in my scoot pooter steed
because I am not
confined to a corral bed
as I giggle over
their life name moniker given,
when I was finally
discovered of Suds.
*Thought on, as punishment,
for my unspoken gender lie*
( fiction -
2004 )
Author: Sherry
Kersey
Graphic: Animation
Factory
Music: Gitpicker
Midi`s
Tune: I`m An Old
Cow Hand.
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From Sherry's Place