A cowboy hat flew by on the wind, <br />And I started thinking, where it had been. <br />Did it come from the desert hot and dry, <br />Or from the mountains, high in the sky. <br /> <br />Was it Roy's hat, or maybe Gene's? <br />Maybe on the duke's head, it had been. <br />Was it a bad guy's like Roy Barcroft, <br />I thought of this as it flew aloft. <br /> <br />Or was it a cowgirls hat that just flew by, <br />It was a western hat, that I couldn't deny. <br />It was dumped in the street, by the wind, <br />And lay there forlorn, like it needed a friend. <br /> <br />I picked it up, and put it on my head, <br />And it fit perfect, and I was glad. <br />Next time I'll tie it around my chin, <br />So this darned hat, won't fly off again. <br /> <br />12/2/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cowboy-hat/
