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Mister, Are You a Cowboy?


Little Cowboy Song

This poem is dedicated to all the Cowboys of American who help make this great Nation.

Mister, Are you a Cowboy? He asked the tall man on his horse,

Yes, little man, I am of course.

The little fellow looked cold, as his little arms were bare,

And the Cowboy could tell there was no one to care,

His clothes were rags and no shoes did he wear.

His big brown eyes all shiny with wonder,

As he patted the Cowboy’s big black horse named thunder.

The Cowboy’s blue eyes glistened with tears as he looked at the

little arm that stuck out of----- what once was a sleeve,

“Please Mr. Cowboy, stay a while, please don’t leave.”

“Where are you from, Son?” He asked as he glanced around the streets of town,

“I ran away from the orphanage.” Was his tearful reply as

the little boy looked up without another sound.

He was light as a feather when the Cowboy put the

skinny little body behind him,

“Well, hang on little man; we are going to my home.”

And my name is Jim.

“My name is Zachary, but that is all I know,

Someone left me at the orphanage on the steps---- in the snow.”

Years later, standing by a grave on the frozen Texas dirt,

Stood a tall handsome cowboy, who was hungry no more-- but now his heart hurt.

His twin sons three years old, stood proud and listening--beside their Dad,

As he told the story of when he was--- just a lad.

And, how God had given him a Cowboy Dad to love,

With tears streaming unchecked down his face, he looked above.

“God, take care of my Dad and give him his horse Thunder to ride,

this is a good man who always had my back, and stood by my side.”

“He will make all your Angel children happy riding with him and Thunder, on your streets of gold,

where children will always be warm and never cold.”

Amen, he said, and turned to take his sweet wife’s hand,

We will all meet you Mister Cowboy, over in Glory land.

The twins dressed like little cowboys, walked slowly behind their Mom and Dad,

Turned and waved to their precious Grandfather, and looked at each other, because they were sad.

On the tombstone was written, “Mister Cowboy Dad.”

God Bless the People of Our Earth.

© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter

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