A Cowboy Is....

A cowboy is the way he is because he works with stock.
He’s learned it’s best to ease along,
To find the rhyme in their song,
And not to fret if days are long,
Because cows don’t punch a clock.

That separates him from the crowd that keeps a job in town.
That stacks the boxes all in rows,
Or bolts the knobs on radios,
But when the whistle blows,
They lay the hammers down.

A job ain’t done until it’s done-that’s life down on the ranch..
To gather those who tend to stray,
To treat the sick on Christmas Day,
And if she needs your help, to stay,
Until she’s safe from harm.

You see, you just cant quit a cow, sometimes you’re all she’s got.
No reinforcements in the hall,
No 911 to hear her call,
Just you, and nobody else, that’s all,
To get her trough the spot.

His calling is as old as time. It is, will be, and was.
Through blizzards, bogs, and barbed wire fence,
He stands against the pestilence,
And though he feigns indifference,
He’s proud of what he does.

It’s done without a second thought by those who tend the stock.
“It’s what I do,” you’ll heat them say,
With no demand for higher pay,
And I believe they are that way,
Because they work with stock.