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Cowboy Hansin Rides

Updated on January 9, 2017

Nitti, gritty, young and handsome, a smell like scorched rawhide,

Sweat and blood moves mountains when Cowboy Hansin rides.

Whiskey drinking, fiddle playing, yodeling cowboy,

Cowboy Hansin rides the range busting with great joy.

Dusty trails with miles to go, heading over yonder,

Half cooked beans, saddle sores and many days to ponder,

Coffee made with chicory served from a rusty bucket,

The drive’s been going smoothly until they see the sunset,

Time to rest the worthy bones of cattlemen and stock,

Good night to all, roll up your bed, don’t place it on a rock.

My granddaughter cowgirl Leah.
My granddaughter cowgirl Leah. | Source

Soon the morning sunrise will bring another day,

Cowboys around a campfire, cattle chewing hay,

Nothing ever has gotten done taking better pride,

Than any time of day or night, Cowboy Hansin rides.

You see Cowboy Hansin lives only by the cowboy way,

He never lies or cheats or steals on any given day.

Trust in your heart as you think of him singing a cowboy song,

Cowboy Hansin rides and rides never doing wrong.

Upon a chestnut stallion with a shotgun on his side,

It's a joyful sight to see when Cowboy Hansin rides.


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    • Diana Lee profile image

      Diana L Pierce 11 months ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Thank you, Jodah. I have a silly spell every now and then.

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      John Hansen 11 months ago from Queensland Australia

      I love this joyful easy flowing poem, especially the name Cowboy Hansin (almost Hansen) and his ethics. Well done, Diana.