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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Old Men and Old Hosses
Larry Bradfield
An old cowboy sat whittlin' wood
And thought about his past
Thought of all the hosses he'd had
And how them mem'ries last
He recalled all those loyal mounts
And thought he just might cry
Then he thought of that knucklehead
A twinkle in his eye
He'd bought that pony cheap enough
After his owner quit
But stubborn don't describe that hoss
It don't begin to fit
That beast knew more about them cows
Than any cowboy could
He hated pressure from them reins
Like any expert would
The first time that he rode him out
To cut a calf or two
He just had picked one from the herd
When off the hoss he flew
That pony cut that calf so quick
The cowboy hit the sand
The hoss just looked around at him
"You gonna need a hand ?"
Over the years the old man learned
To let his pony go
He didn't need no cowboy's help
Only the rope to throw
They didn't like each other much
But danged if it ain't true
They were the best team on the ranch
And that was quite a few
The years went by, they both grew old
And then one day they quit
The old man whitlles on his wood
The hoss don't miss that bit
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