A Cowboy's Tale

And so, at the end of the day, there we was, me and my trusty steed Pedro, havin traveled 1000 miles of the desert and findin ourselves in the middle of Death Valley with no water and no place else to go...

Ding dang, I am HANDSOME!!!  I think for definitely, I'm gonna be a cowboy for Halloween!  And let me tell you somethin else!  My mom had a TIME tryin to find a proper photo to get my outfit from, so clearly we ain't got enough cowboys lettin people take their likeness!  

I was lookin around for a cowboy photo place, cause I thought, well I'll let people take my picture in my cowboy outfit!  Who better to solve the problem?  And I came across this cowboy named Rudy Gonzales, who is a cowboy POET!  OMG, how wonderful is that???

I gotta go, my Aunt Kim is here and me and Cousin Lily gots things to do, but I'll leave you good folks with one a Rudy's poems:

In the dusk of working cowboys comes a time to fill your cup

And to gather by the fire while the dishes gets washed up.
Time to patch up your old rig or lean back and roll a smoke
While somebody tells a windy or somebody tells a joke.
Or some cowboy makes up verses to the tune of wildwood flower and
Each tries to top the other and it's called the Liars Hour.
Now I know it don't sound fancy but it mends a cowboy's bones
When he's been workin' cattle, a thousand miles from home.
--Rudy Gonzales, Cowboy Poet

Dang, Rudy.  That's deep.  You and me is gonna be good friends, I can tell...

Love Simon