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Farewell, Mr. Rodeo Man
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Cowboy Poetry
I bid to you an easy ride-
may the winds be at your back.
No more dusty trails for you,
no biscuits or stale hardtack.
No more riding miles of fence,
nor ornary and angry bull.
Now you may rest, alongside a cool stream,
and drink till you are full.
No being weary of body,
from bedrolls on the ground.
Now you can sleep where angels tread,
their harps, a soothing sound.
No more counting endless heads,
of muscled and powerful steer.
Nor battling through the roundup,
several times a year.
But then again, I've got the feeling,
that you'll still be doing all that-
sitting tall, there in your saddle,
a cocky tilt to your cowboy hat.
So, Farewell, Mr. Rodeo Man,
on this, the day you died.
Thanks for all you've given and done.
Its sure been, one hell of a ride!
