The Cowboy

Beautiful Cowboys

You see, there is not but a cow on that prairie,

Barren, dry, lifeless land, that is no such place for a cow,

Heels planted, rumps tucked, arm balanced, chins hidden,

This is not the pair for a cow.

You see, there may be no cow, and that may be no cow horse,

But one thing for sure, is that is one hell of a cowboy.

You see, a cowboy need not a cow,

Need he hands of steel, and a Texan sized heart,

Need he the patience of a saint, the faith of a mustard seed,

and a rank bronc beneath him.

You see, a cowboy needn't be a rancher,

He needn’t be a father, husband, neither friend,

All that, a cowboy longs for.

You see, a set of reins will bring him back,

Back to Him, back to her, and back to them all.

The cowboy always comes back,

That is what makes them beautiful.