Stetson hat and bolo tie.
Sunday best, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
If grandpa wasn't home, nothing was wrong.
He had cabin fever all year long.
At the cabin the grandkids ran awry,
While he watched from the porch with a smile, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
Fishing, hunting, going exploring.
He made sure life in Fruitland was never boring.
He would come over for dinner or just to say hi.
Then home to watch bull riding, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
And bring on the food, 'cause grandpa could cook!
Though I don't think he ever referenced a book.
Who needs instructions to get a turkey to fry?
He didn't, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
Grandpa taught me a lot, like how to care.
How to work hard and how to swear.
How to plow snow with a tractor, how to build a shed.
How to shoot without aiming and kill the "blankety-blank" rodent dead.
He taught me all politicians are liars and crooks.
And how sometimes you got what you wanted 'cause of your rugged good looks.
But most importantly he taught me to help others, rather then stand by.
And that's what he did, my grandpa, my cowboy guy.
Love you Grandpa.
Love you Grandpa.
See you in heaven.
Love, Kimber
4 comments:
I am sorry Kimber! If you need anything let me know. : (
I love your poem. Your Grandpa sounds like a great man, sorry for your loss.
I am so sorry to hear of your grandpa's passing. Your poem is amazing and made me laugh and cry. My prayers are with you and your family,
That is so sweet Kim! He sounds like my Dad and his dad. I love old Cowboy Guys. They try to be tough and rough but deep inside they are the sweets men I know. I'm sorry to hear he passed away.
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