Your Daddy Was A Cowboy

Your Daddy Was A Cowboy

A Poem by Gypsy Dreamer

"A story, poetry style about my children's father, my late husband."


Girls, your daddy was a cowboy...
one of the last of a dying breed.
yet he laid his head on a pillow,
every night beside of me.

He was raised on a farm,
cattle, pigs, chickens and more...
working in hay, tobacco and gardens
a farmers strength of chores.

He went fishing, frog gigging, 
grabbed a turtle or two,
went hunting for rabbit, 
a few squirrel would do.

In his cowboy boots, 
he dressed up fine...
in his Levi Strauss
and Wrangler sometime.

There was nothing
that he couldn't do.
A true cowboy
the land he knew.

He built us a barn,a shed,
a lot on our home,
ran heat to every room
from a stove to keep warm.

He added a unit,
put that in too,
switched the kitchen and living room
yep he did that too.

He worked on cars,
 construction and plumbing,
ran a pawn shop awhile
mostly gun trading.

A cowboy he was
a jack of all trades
but most of all a good father
American made. 

I will never forget him
in his boots and jeans...
your daddy was a cowboy
one of the last of a dying breed.

© 2018 Gypsy Dreamer

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Added on January 30, 2018
Last Updated on January 30, 2018
Tags: Cowboy, Breed, Farm, Tobacco, Fishing, Levi Strauss, Barn, Cars, Pawn, Construction, Gun, Father, Good, Daddy