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In Texas
50 Cowboy Poems
When I was a boy my greatest joy
Was a trip to the stables and corral
To saddle up that little bay pony
That felt so much like my pal
He would nose around my pockets
To see if I brought him a treat
Then I would comb his mane and brush his tail
And clean the dirt from his feet
I would mount up and put him in a gallop
His pleasure he could not hide
He would bow his neck and prance like a steed
To show his equine pride
I felt like he was happy to carry me
While he ran in the wind and the sun
He would get a bucket of oats and a rub down
After an hour of fun
The smell of horses still gives me a thrill
That has not changed in forty years
They are truly Gods most beautiful creatures
And they talk to me with their ears.
