The soul of a steer, to a cowboy's ear
Is music of sweetest strain;
And the yelping notes; of the gray coyotes
To him are a great refrain
For a kingly crown in the noisy town
His saddle he wouldn't exchange
No life so free as the life we see
Way out on the open range
The rapid beat of his pure breed's feet
On the sod as he speeds along
Keeps living time to the ringing rhyme
Of the rollicking cowboy songs
The winds may blow; the thunder growl
The breeze may safely moan
The cowboy's life is a royal life
His saddle his kindly throne.
Kendra Tyler
March 6, 1992
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