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Cowboy Poetry

The Old Cowboy
Author James H. Wilson
November 11, 2000
© Copyright 2000


THE OLD COWBOY Part Seven
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"An'. . . how 'bout you grandboy? I'll bet you 'bout got yer eye on one of the neighbor girls. A cute little brown eyed gal in a gingham dress with daisies on it."

"Not really grandpa. Mom says I don't need to think about that just yet. She said I got a lot of growin' up left to do, when I ask her 'bout Julie Anne.

"Yes sir, she's right ya know. Why, when I was just a little pup like yourself, I was always to busy takin' care of that few head of cows yer great grandpa had managed to catch up with here an' there, after the 'Civil War'. Why I was up 'bout 4:30 A.M. ev'ry morn sos'n I could break the ice off that water trough first thing in the winter. Ya see, them poor ol' cows hain't had a drink since we'd went 'ta bed. Ta knew they'd be a waitin', too.

"Cows had 'ta be fed, hayed an' grained. Yer great grandpa'd built a lean-to 'bout twelve by twenty feet, just big enough to get in, out of the weather when we milked a cow. "

"We'd put a little grain in a wooden bucket, give it a little shake 'ta get them ol' cows a-ten-shion, an' bring the milker in through the gate. She'd eat an' I'd milk. She'd swish her tail at a fly three seasons a year an' my head caught the end of that tail. It would give a sting but you had to keep on milkin'. In the winter yer hands would just about freeze, but for the warmth on that cows udder".

"The comin' of spring would bring the rain and the plantin', the diggin', the mud an' the bugs. The late spring an' early summer kept us busy keepin' the cows milked an' keepin' the weeds out'a that garden patch. Then there'd be the pickin' all that fruit an' veg'tables. We boys would pick, an' ma an' the girls would take care 'a the cannin'. No sir, when I was yer age I didn't have time fer chasin' girls."

It was that way 'til I met yer grandma. The sun was shinin' . . . "

To Be Continued . . . 

THE OLD COWBOY Copyright © 2001

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