Laurie C. Tye
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Don’t Forget The Cowboy

I was visiting an old town one day
And I ventured into a store
This store was old and filled with dust
Few folks live here anymore.
I was just about to leave the place
When something caught my eye
Over in the corner there
And I really don’t know why.
I picked it up and blew dust off
This thing, it struck me with awe
It was a beat up old Stetson
The scruffiest thing I ever saw.
“How much for this old hat?” I asked
And held it so they could see
“Oh that old thing” a man replied
“Has really no value to me.”
“You see it’s been in here so long
I forgot it was even there
I don’t know how I got it
I can’t remember when or where.
So if you really want that thing
I guess you might as well take it
Can’t imagine you wanting it though
I’m really quite sure it wont fit.”
Well I gave that man a couple of bucks
And headed home with my prize
That night as I was examining my find
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I started to see the life of that hat
From the beginning to the end
It belonged to a handsome young cowboy
It became his very best friend.
You see his daddy gave him that hat
Said, “Son, you have to be strong.
Take care of your mama…I love you both.”
And closed his eyes and he was gone.
He very rarely took it off
He wore it both night and day
Yet he could feel his father near
Each time he took it off to pray.
The hat went with him on all his rides
Caught snowflakes and puddled the rain
It even covered up his face
To shadow the hurt and pain.
Then there was that wonderful day
When he took it off his head
He held it tightly in his hand
When he took his bride to wed.
I only saw it one other time
On his head it was not worn
And that was when he took it off
The night his son was born.
He only had a moment though
Before they were taken away
He never could quite understand
Just why they could not stay.
There was nothing they could do they say
They each were fading fast
He held them tightly in his arms
Then from this world they both passed.
He never really did know why
But he knew all else would pale
It was then he devoted the rest of his days
To the life he knew on the trail.
As lines grew on that cowboys face
The wrinkles appeared on the hat
Each one told a story of life rugged and hard
Each stain testifies of that.
They say you can’t judge a man
Without walking a mile in his shoes
But by looking at an old cowboy’s hat
There’s no way you can lose.
Each wrinkle, each line, each spot, each tear
Tells of the boy, the lad, the man
Of his life long before now
Try to imagine if you can.
You may even hear their voices
If you’re listenin’ just right
In the wind, the sage, and trees
Or orange skies at night.
So if your one that’s thinkin’
They’ll be a dying breed
Well you’d better think again
Cuz there’ll always be a need
For what they did help pave the way
Like Gene, Dale and Roy
And though this hat has been forgotten
There will always be the Cowboy.















laurie c. tye
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801-231-8910
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