Copyright 1995-2005 - Chuck Pritchard

POETS, BARDS & LIARS

Buck Slocum checked his gear

to be sure nothing had been forgot.

Hat, boots, jeans, and spurs,

and a bandanna tied up in a not.

He hung the kerchief full of grub

over the horn of his saddle.

He mounted his horse, waved to the house

and rode off to check on the cattle.

He knew the limits of his range

and the distance his horse could carry.

In an easy going lope he rode out the gate

he didn't have time to tarry.

Over to the fire plug, then up to the tree

that grew in his neighbor's yard.

Then to the mailbox and back to the porch,

A cowboy's work sometimes is hard.

He stopped for a bite of sumpin' to eat

Over by the shrubs and the roses.

This is how the real cowboys did it

Eatin' on the ground he supposes.

He gets back on ol' stick and heads off easy,

Hes got to finish his chore.

He knows the range will be bigger next year,

Of course by then he'll be four.