Working all day with the sun beating down

Except when it’s rain instead

Breaking green horses with bad attitudes

Who love to toss you on your head

Castrating calves during that time of year

Ropin and brandin the stock

Trail food with dust and a few bugs thrown in

Payin no mind to the clock

Long days in the saddle, ridin the fence

Torn gloves and torn up hands too

Choppin some firewood as the blizzard sets in

Just a few of the things cowboys do

Low pay  is better than no pay at all

You take what you can here and there

Fixin torn leather and old worn out boots

The only thing free is the air

Nights in saloons with a fight here and there

Then back in the saddle again

Head throbbin hard and knuckles skint up

And the feller you fought was your friend

Spring floods and summer heat all take a toll

You wonder just how they live through it

But they tell you it’s something that they want to do

And you wonder just how they can do it

Them Cowboys

Photo by Saltbush aka Gareth Birch

©2011