IN TEXAS
50 cowboy poems
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When I was a boy my greatest joy Was a trip to the stables and corral To saddle up that little bay pony That felt so much like my pal He would nose around my pockets To see if I brought him a treat Then I would comb his mane and brush his tail And clean the dirt from his feet I would mount up and put him in a gallop His pleasure he could not hide He would bow his neck and prance like a steed To show his equine pride I felt like he was happy to carry me While he ran in the wind and the sun He would get a bucket of oats and a rub down After an hour of fun The smell of horses still gives me a thr...
When I was a boy my greatest joy Was a trip to the stables and corral To saddle up that little bay pony That felt so much like my pal He would nose around my pockets To see if I brought him a treat Then I would comb his mane and brush his tail And clean the dirt from his feet I would mount up and put him in a gallop His pleasure he could not hide He would bow his neck and prance like a steed To show his equine pride I felt like he was happy to carry me While he ran in the wind and the sun He would get a bucket of oats and a rub down After an hour of fun The smell of horses still gives me a thrill That has not changed in forty years They are truly God¿s most beautiful creatures And they talk to me with their ears.
