DADDY’S LITTLE WRANGLER

 

                         

 

Although I’m just a girl of sorts,

        I well remember when,

Daddy placed me on a horse

an’ stood back with a grin

 

He spoke some words I’ll not forget

no matter how I age,

‘bout bein’ a little wrangler;

his helper without wage

Ya see, I was the oldest,

an’ no boys would there be,

so Daddy thought the best of it

an’ made his sidekick; me

 

I learned to herd the cattle,

swing a rope above my head,

an’ not to worry ‘bout the storm

or lightnin’ I might dread

 

He taught me how to buck bales

an’ how to lay a brand,

guess you could say in our world,

I was his best cowhand

 

We mended fence, pulled new calves

an’ fought some big wildfires,

me ridin’ there beside him

since that was his desire

 

He always called me Buddy,

an’ I know that he was proud

tho’ he never really said it

to anyone out loud

 

Guess you could say my dad ‘n me

well, we were very close,

an’ bein’ his little wrangler

is what I cherish most…

                Copyright 2006