Kids of Summer
By: Wayne Brown
Ridin’ a bean-stick pony with a shoestring for a bridle
Six guns strapped around our waist; gunslinger our title
We roamed the town of Pretend with the best of intentions
We were the kids of summer playing cowboys ‘n injuns
Cap guns were our Christmas toys for about ten good years
We broke a lot of good bean-sticks making our ponies rear
Ridin’ the trail from dawn to dusk; outlaws lived in danger
We were the kids of summer playin’ Tonto and Lone Ranger
There was afternoon movie matinees of westerns scenes
They would fire our imagination and refresh all our dreams
Roy Rogers, Tom Mix, Wild Bill Hickok, and Johnny Ringo
We were the kids of summer playin’, Oh Pancho! Oh Cisco!
Wild Bill Cody, Lash LaRue, Sunset Carson, Johnny Mack Brown
We played ‘em all; fought for justice, when outlaws came around
Ridin’ through the back country on our horses made out of stick
We were the kids of summer, and our gun hands were mighty quick
Sometimes the girls would come around and want to play
If they could up with a name, they could join in the fray
Dale Evans, Annie Oakley, Calamity Jane all wore the dress
We were the kids of summer, saving cowgirls in distress
When the sun was all set we would ride our ponies to the shed
Then we’d head to the bunkhouse where all the grub was fed
Our guns were checked at the door as was our mom’s intentions
We were the kids of summer, just playin’ cowboys ‘n injuns
Our imaginations were the best; the stuff of western thrillers
We grew up to be adults and none of us turned out killers
Our heroes were the good guys, only drawing guns for cause
We were the kids of summer, rounding up those bad outlaws
© Copyright WBrown2010. All Rights Reserved.
More by this Author
A Poetic Rant On The Current Political Direction In America.
Thoughts on the Gold Rush in Verse.
A Recap of the Crime of Kidnapping and Murder of a 17 yr. old Mississippi Girl, Shondra May...A Case Still Unsolved.