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Cowboy Poetry
COWBOY'S LAST STAND
Robert Atkin
Young Billy-Jim sat talkin' to Slim
Askin' bout things old and new
Lookin' up at the sky he wondered why
“Where did old cowboys go and what did they do”
Slim kinda smiled and whittled awhile
He spoke after thinkin' a spell
“Cowboys are blessed 'n' it's just a guess
But I'll bet there's no cowboys in hell”
Billy said “ Gee that's where I wanta be
Can I ride or do I just walk?”
Slim kinda grinned 'n' stroked at his chin
“ Young man you listen I'll talk
When you've used up your time, no mountains to climb
'N' your pony is walkin real slow
You won't have to wait, they'll just open the gate
Then you'll see where old cowboys go”
Billy took his hand said” I understand
Grandpa did somethin like that
I remember the day he went away
All dressed up in his best beaver hat
I cried and I cried and grandma she tried
To soothe me with comforting hand
I know you're in pain but you'll meet again
At a place they call cowboys last stand
There's a place that I know where old cowboys go
It ain't heaven but real close at hand
Fast horses, soft saddles, green grass and good cattle
A place they call cowboys last stand.
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