I saw a man in my mind, from the age when I was small,
he was standin’ there wearin’ a hat, boots, n spurs, and he was kinda tall.

Not sure where this vision came from, a picture, or somewhere far away.
I dreamed of bein’ just like him, when I grew up, maybe someday. 

His equipment was saddles, and ropes, and guns, and such,
the objects as I grew up, that I longed to smell and touch. 

Good leather and gun oil, for me, had the smell of perfume,
before I was old enough to use either, they’d draw me into the room.

Under this cowboy stood an animal, as pretty as anything I’d ever seen,
his head and eyes were the look of intelligence, the body, muscled and lean. 

For this man, his horse worked and rode around pretty fair,
as I kept watchin’ the two, I finally figured they was a pair. 

If this cowboy had a thought of a chore to do,
his horse was right there, to see it all through. 

The day was over and the jobs were done,
they relaxed together in the evenin’ sun.

The vision is still there and I’m grown and grey,
I’m still try’in to be like him, maybe someday.

Mark Schrimpf
Bar S Performance
7/16/08