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We Take Pride in the Cowboy Way

The cowboy way is simple, there's only a few basic rules.
Belief in God and Country, the way we learned in school.
Cowboys believe in justice, and standin' up for all that's right.
But if you cross a cowboy, you'll find yourself ... in a cowboy fight.
A cowboy loves his country; he bleeds red, white and blue.
He's loyal and patriotic, an American through and through.
He supports our troops and salutes the flag wherever it may wave.
And defends the rights of others, cause real cowboys ... are brave.
A cowboy talks with God just like he was talkin' to you or me.
At a cowboy church, or from a horseback perch, or under some old tree.
He might pray for rain, or a good crop of grain, or a better price for beef.
He'll pray to ease the suffering of others ... cause that's a cowboy's belief.
Cowboys honor their parents, and say "Yes, sir" when addressed.
They love their pickup trucks and horses, but they love their ladies best.
They're fond of little buckaroos who choose to wear cowboy boots and hats.
They enjoy the company of a country dog ... but don't have much use for cats.
You'll find 'em in the local cafe, at the feed store or an auction barn.
Discussin' horses, politics and cows, or spinnin' a cowboy yarn.
They spend time with their family, of course, their children by their side.
But most of all, cowboys stand tall.... that's what you call cowboy pride.
Jerry Schleicher (c) 2010

"A Thoughtful Time of Night" It's a thoughtful time of night, as I stand beside the firelight, And contemplate the vastness of the universe. I see distant galaxies of stars, and there's Jupiter and Mars. I gaze, in awe, at heavens so diverse. To use Big Bang nomenclature, did a random act of nature Create the cosmos I see spiraling in the sky? Was it just a fluke of fate, like an unlatched cattle gate, That made the stars that fill this cowboy's eye? Or was it by divine design, meant to give us folks below a sign That a Greater Power created all we see? Not an accidental whim, but a world created just by Him To give purpose to the lives of men like me. When you're livin' on the land, you see the Maker's hand In every cow and horse and cowboy on the place. We're not here by accident. I figure every one of us was sent To tend the herd with the Good Lord's tender grace. (c) 2007 Jerry Schleicher