My Gahtering of Poetry Plus Memories by Billy O. Rowland

I write some Country Poetry.
I follow the Cowboy ways.
I record my thoughts in verse.
To express what I want to say.

I'm no longer a cowboy now, but,
I sure do like their style,
Of poetry, living and ways that is,
Let me entertain you for awhile.

Now I am an old man and totally retired, but
I have a lot of memories both good and bad,
Of being born and raised out on a ranch,
The guy that drove us hard, that was my Dad.

It seemed like we worked from daylight till dark,
And the chores had to be done both morning and night.
The cows had to be milked and livestock all fed.
Dad was a hard task master, it had to be done right.

Many times I thought it was a hard way to live,
But as I look back over all of these hard times,
The lessons I learned from living on the ranch,
Have served me well on many of my toughest climbs.

Now I can sit back and appreciate my Dad's drive,
He was just trying to make an all around man out of me.
In the latter years of my life, I could do almost anything.
At the time it was happening, this was hard for me to see.

Now, I can sit back and enjoy some of these memories,
While sitting in my easy chair and thinking good thoughts.
I will always be thankful I was born and raised on a ranch,
And for all of the comforts this hard work has brought us.