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.