Storys

Computer Classes

This ol' cowboy went to computer classes this spring
To study and see if he could learn a new thing,
Like some critter called Microsoft Office 2007.
It may have been designed someplace in heaven.

The principal of the high school was in charge,
Nice young feller, knowledgeable and not too large.
The computer teacher – can't remember his name—

Ran the screen, the keyboard and explained the game.

First night they taught how to cut and paste,
Lasted about an hour and a half, no time to waste.
Second lesson was working numbers on a spreadsheet,
Adding, subtracting, multiplying – all quite a feat.

Third night was quite a bit more intense.
What we’d learned came together an' made more sense.
The fourth time was on email and pictures, too.
For me, I didn't think that would be anything new.

You older folks should keep goin' to school,
Cuz this computer stuff is a valuable tool.
In your golden years you, too, could excel,
Instead of bein’ a writer like me that can’t spell.

Maybe next they will give classes on spelling,
So I can do a better job with my storytelling.
Yet I doubt machines talk anything like me,
So finding a compatible program might never be.

Spell Check may really mess up my rhyme,
You know, computers aren't right all the time!
It can sure help, though, as our brains get older,
To learn how to store our thoughts in a folder.

So next time you’re feelin’ kinda like a fool,
Find a computer class and go back to school!

My Friend and Idol.

There’s all kinds of cowboys and some have been a good hand,

Fay Jandreau was one of the favorites I knew in this old land.

He was counted as one of the best riders on the old C Cross,

I knew cause at one time I too had the same boss.

I partnered with him many times at a ropin,

And even though I was kinda young he was always open.

Always friendly and happy to see you,

If you knew him he was that way with you too.

Heard a lot of good stories about him over the years,

About horses , cows, whiskey and the beers.

Growing up I always wanted to be like him,

But chances of that were pretty slim.

He was as good of a man as I ever met,

Never have I heard anyone say anything bad about him yet.

Now’s he’s crossed the great divide,

And I’ll bet he’s smiling and enjoying the ride.

All them old friends and horses that have gone before,

Bet they was all lined up waitin at the door.

Angels had gathered them all up in anticipation,

Singing the old songs readyin a great reception.

When it’s our turn to leave this old earth,

Bet he put‘s in a good word on our worth.

A good hand has now rode on ahead,

Shoot boys he’s still alive, just his old body is dead.

With great respect we’ll put that in the ground,

With full knowledge that the old Fay is still around.

This is my tribute to a great friend and man.

One of the best cowboys I ever knew that rode across this land.

New Chore Girl

The Lazy K Y got a new chore girl,

She’s pretty as a fresh new pearl .

One month old and already feeding cattle,

Two months old and has a brand new saddle.

Soon she’ll learn how to cope,

With her new pink rope.

With pretty pink boots on her feet,

A pink Cowgirl hat would look pretty neat.

Kooper Skip, what a name,

Ropin and doctorin pen cattle will be her game.

Going to be fun watchin her grow up,

Same as her dad, known him since he was a pup.

Soon ma will just be cookin and cleanin,

Kooper will be calvin them cows and doing the weanin.

Maybe another sibling will show up and lend a hand,

Dad will set in the rocker, done got canned.

The Lazy K Y will be under new management now,

Bettin before she’s three, she’ll own her own cow.

Grandpa’s, Grandma’s and uncles will all be proud,

This little gal’s going to stand out well above the crowd.

2018 forecast for Kooper Skip, written in rhyme,

By her first secret admirer, once upon a time.

So Long Joe

I came to see you this morning and you were gone,

I was late again, I waited a bit too long.

I wanted to tell you a few things before you went away,

About how lucky you were going to be today.

Yup you lucky bugger, Your getting out of that place,

No more doctors, medication or bad food to face.

You’re going to be the happiest man around,

Cause I know for sure you are heaven bound.

We had good talks you and I on many a day,

How you tried to help many lost people find the way.

There is a reward waiting for your good deeds,

And I know you won’t be sorted and burnt with the weeds.

All those prayers for others didn’t go un-heard,

Jesus will come and gather them up into his eternal herd.

You set a great example your last few years here on earth,

And God knows the true value of your worth.

Hey would you do me a favor when you’re wandering around,

Now that your free and no longer bound?

Put in a good word or two for the rest of us here,

It ain’t gonna be easy for some, I fear.

Would you keep your eye out for my old brown horse,

And your old bald faced mare too, of course?

We sure enjoyed many a good ride,

We’ll do it again as soon as I get on the other side.

Oh.. I won’t miss you like many others will,

Cause I can still hear you if I set quiet and still.

Your still alive only you’re a free spirit now,

Enjoying the grass on the other side, like a fence jumpin cow.

So Long… Joe.

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