More Cowboy Poetry for all ages
Be Sad When We Lose Our Cowboy Heroes I was ridin' down a dusty trail headin' for the bunkhouse, When I saw some smoke in the sky; so faster I did ride. As I got closer to the ranch I saw fire comin' from the bunkhouse, And all the cowboys were helpin' to put it out so I stood right by their side.... Sign in to see full entry.