Finding pleasure the in simple things,
That’s just part of a cowboy’s way,
Of shrugging off the hardships,
and getting through the day.
Riding circles through the timber,
Just searching for some sign.
Of a half dozen missing cows...
I found their trail by nine.
I tracked them ‘til darn near sunset,
Through the cold and drifting snows.
Finally knew I was gaining ground...
When I found a turd that wasn’t froze!
2009 AWA Cowboy Poet of the Year
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