As he steps down <br />His spurs kick up the sand <br />He has been riding for five days <br />He has done the best he can <br /> <br />He can see the clouds that gather <br />The rain is sure to come <br />But this cowboy needs his rest <br />For the work still yet undone <br /> <br />He lays his head upon a log <br />To rest his weary head <br />His legs out streached before him <br />This place is now his bed <br /> <br />While he sleeps the dreams he keeps <br />It all will come in time <br />He dreams of a woman <br />With cattle not on his mind <br /> <br />His steed is tied near his feet <br />In the distance the cattle call <br />Soon he drifts fast asleep <br />He is a cowboy after all.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cowboys-day/
