Many are the poems of an old-time cowboy’s lifeThis one tells of my life as an old-time cowboys wife. Lonely cow camps were our home, hawks soared overhead We’d pack supplies on horses to wherever they were led.Our smoky lights would flicker, trees would sway and moan My cowboy rode away at dawn; I’d spend the days alone.I’d carry water from the spring; I’d chop a...
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