Hats Off to the Cowboy

Since most of the men in the family were cowboys, I would like to share with you a poem written by Red Steagall in 1989.

Hats Off to the Cowboy

The city folks think that it's over.

The cowboy has outlived his time--

An old worn-out relic, a thing of the past,

But the truth is, he's still in his prime.

The cowboy's the image of freedom,

The hard-ridin' boss of the range.

His trade is a fair one, he fights for what's right,

And his ethics aren't subject to change.

He still tips his hat to the ladies,

Let's you water first at the pond.

He believes a day's pay is worth a day's work,

And his handshake and word are his bond.

Group of Texas Cowboys
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The above poem came from: Ride for the Brand, The poetry and songs of Red Steagall, by Red Steagall  'Cowboy Poet of the State of Texas', Bunkhouse Press, 1993.