The Trail Boss Turns 60
The Camp Cooky’s singin again outa tune,
about turnin 60 today around noon
"What good is there in it?" I hear him say,
and it got me to thinkin . . . seein it was his birthday
It seems bein 60’s got two spins to that tale,
one frittered and wrinkled, the other covered in shale
The one who’s 60 if truth be told,
is still younger than all those 61—to real old
In the campfire’s crackle of light I can see,
how everyone younger, is likely dumber than me
So if my hands struggle with the knots and riggin fersure,
the knowin and the tellin to those younger’s worth more
Havin outlived many a cow horse, while lovin them all,
the awnry and skitterish, the short and the tall
The summers ridin drag, and the worst winters mendin fence, with a slicker full a holes, and that ol dog with no sense
And while the cuttin and the brandin seems boring to some, it’s the importance of their nature and gettin things done
When the hats and the spurs and even the saddles are all gone,and the sun sinks over that last mountain, like in Dusty’s ol song
I’ll remember the good times, lettin go of the bad,
and think back on the pards and the ladies I’ve had
Because just like for Cooky, it happened last year to me,
and turnin 60 seemed ranker than any bronc could ever
be
But like that new Visalia saddle the boss man said was now mine, I've found somethin that’s different, somethin gentler and kind
The speed and the strength ain’t been traded for free,
and somethin woke up that I guess was sleepin in me
And as I yell to the wrangler “Cut me one gentle and nice” without loosin too much pride I ask, “Can you help Ol Jim cinch his riggin real tight”
Then once more in the dark I ride off in search of the herd, singin that one favorite cow song every real hand has heard
And as I inch up on the lead steer whisperin mellow and low, “Yippee ki yay, Ol Fella; you ready to go”
For maybe one last time we push North thru the dark,
the sun still two hours off to the right of our mark
While in the distance a wolf howls, as that lead steer catches my eye, and in that instant I know I’m still needed,—a long ways from g’bye
(Dewey Montana: Circa 1990) Read In Elko Nevada, 1993
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Submitted by KurtPhilipBehm on November 09, 2016
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