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!

Mike Puhallo

www.mikepuhallo.com

2009 AWA Cowboy Poet of the Year

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