As he steps down
His spurs kick up the sand
He has been riding for five days
He has done the best he can
He can see the clouds that gather
The rain is sure to come
But this cowboy needs his rest
For the work still yet undone
He lays his head upon a log
To rest his weary head
His legs out streached before him
This place is now his bed
While he sleeps the dreams he keeps
It all will come in time
He dreams of a woman
With cattle not on his mind
His steed is tied near his feet
In the distance the cattle call
Soon he drifts fast asleep
He is a cowboy after all.
Bill Simmons
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cowboys-day/
