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Life and Times Of a Cowboy

Living The Adventure





TRAFFIC YOU SAY!!

Montana rush hour traffic.
Is something kind of slick.
So you better be quick.
This cattle drive is no trick.

Have you every been on one?
Just enjoying the fun.
Oh my gosh, what a thrill.
You say it is to still!!!!

You really can't beleive it!
There is no speed limit!!
That this road is shared by man and beast!!
I think you not from these parts, maybe from the east?

OH WELL MY COME ON THIS CATTLE DRIVE HERE!!!






Until

Until you walked in my shoes.
Seen it through my eyes.
You will never know how my life overflows.
Thoughts of being and no good byes.
Things I imagine and I say.
Wanting, carring, sharing, loving in my day.
Things that go through my head at night.
I find myself wondering if it is right.
Until I know myself.
Until you beleive in me.
Feel what I feel, feel it youself.
Understand what I must be.
Know what we must share.
Forgive me that I care.
My eyes see things you don't.
My shoes been places you haven't.
MY world is not always bright.
My words try to be right.
My wisdom...I try to share with you.
Things I do, are my way of showing my love.
So remember this, when we share things we do.
Share what I have done, understanding in light of!

BY DW

Dreams Of Life


  • Love and wamrth
  • Friends are always welcomed
  • Unsaddle your mount and sit a spell
  • Let enjoy each company



    Friendships

    I hate to see you putting up a fence.
    Closin' up our range.
    Please stop and think what is the sense.
    We ride this trail of life so strange.
    I'll ride into a branding pen.
    With my rope in my hand.
    Hoping you fine, my loop again!
    Finding what friendship is firsthand.
    Hoping to blaze us new trails.
    Come morning at daybreak we can ride.
    Leaving behind the life's of bad rails.
    Rounding up our friends and down the rawhide.
    Following the afternoon shadows.
    As friends gathers into our pasture.
    We see all of our life's rodeos.
    The windmill fill our hearts, as a cure.
    So my friend, dont throw my hide out to the buzzards.
    Don't leave it in the desert to dry.
    Remember to understand me, as one of lifes rewards.
    For lots of miles and hours we must try.
    Let's go to the ranch house and sit a spell.
    We can talk about old times, we had.
    We are just living through a bad winter's dwell.
    I never stopped be your best freind, please don't be sad.
    Come have a sip of coffee, welcome the change.
    When it is time to head to spring's pasture, it wouldn't be easy.
    So spend time to enjoy it, at my cow camp on the range.
    For I'll give you a HUG MY DEAREST FRIEND, why your eyes so glassie?

    BY DW



    THANK YOU FOR SPENDING SOME TIME ON THE CATTLE DRIVE!!
    MAY YOU BE BLESSED WITH WISDOM FROM NATURE.
    MAY YOUR TRAIL ALWAYS BE A GOOD ONE!
    THANK YOU FOR VISTING THE HEARLAND OF THE WEST!!
    DWHISPERER




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