COWGIRL

I’m an old western woman

A cowgirl through and through

But I’ve sold off all the cattle

Just kept a horse and a mule

My memories and photographs 

Of wild and wooly times

Remind me of the days gone by

When I was in my prime 

I still ride the old, familiar trails

The old mule knows them well

We’ve both begun to show our age 

But out there, No one Could tell. 

When I climb into the saddle

My heart and soul return

To the good times...cutting cattle 

Slapping leather, turn and burn. 

We have followed in the footsteps 

Of the girls from long ago

Who rode the broncs and wrestled steers

At the Pendleton Rodeo 

Now it’s time to pass the torch 

Our glory days have passed

Teach the young ones cowgirl ways 

So our traditions last