Cowboy's LifeA Poem by Diane LockardA cowboy's life was hard - in the saddle, dawn to dusk, driving cattle across whatever terrain in front of them, grab something to eat, "catch some shut-eye." Start over the next day....
Rugged man, suntanned face, piercing eyes,
astride his powerful horse, cattle passing by Swirls of dust in their wake, unfortunate cowboys masked with kerchiefs, riding drag Moving over open Montana, long drive from Texas, depleting grasses, spaces growing smaller Chuck wagon loaded with vittles "makings for sourdough pancakes" beans for the cook to work his magic Lots of coffee, bedrolls for the men to lay down The herd rests, some men on guard, cowboy songs drift through the night, calming the animals. Click of a match or sudden sound, the bovines scatter Jump on their horses, cut them “off at the pass.” “Keep on moving, moving, keep those doggies moving" © 2016 Diane LockardReviews
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StatsAuthorDiane LockardMoroni, UTAboutThank you, friends, for exchanging stories and poems, plus reviewing my writing. Memories of growing up in Montana - My Mother's Hands, On the Road Again about family reunions, Discover Life's Treasur.. more..Writing
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