Down at the corner <br />Standing near the street <br />A cowboy lights his cigarette <br />With his hound at his feet <br /> <br />He is waiting for the bus to come <br />He has been there a while <br />I walk over to him <br />He greets me with a smile <br /> <br />I said sir, How have you been <br />He said, Let me tell you sir <br />I've been in the prairies <br />Tending cattle and the herds <br /> <br />Not a day or nights gone by <br />That I haven't thought of her <br />Today she will be on that bus <br />Today I'll be hers <br /> <br />I tended cattle <br />I sang them all to sleep <br />But beneath the stars each night <br />She was always in my dreams <br /> <br />Today she comes to me <br />And I'll make real my dreams <br />Then the bus pulled up and it stopped <br />In front of him and me <br /> <br />A girl steps out and I say <br />She is a pretty thing at that <br />He walks over to her <br />He removes his hat <br /> <br />He says, I've been in the prairies <br />Tending cattle in the fields <br />I have faced the weather <br />I chased them in the hills <br /> <br />Not a day or nights gone by <br />That you weren't on my mind <br />If you choose to put on this ring <br />Forever you'll be mine <br /> <br />She puts her arms around him <br />Her eyes open wide <br />She said, I do love you <br />As the tears fell from her eyes <br /> <br />They then walked away <br />Being followed by that hound <br />But I remember well that day <br />For his words still hang around <br /> <br />I've been in the prairies <br />Tending cattle and the herds <br />Everynight they were sang to sleep <br />But he always thought of her.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cowboy/
