Your Daddy Was A Cowboy

"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.

Reviews

[Tina]

Cool poem . It made me smile.