Morris The Cowboy
by Kristen & Allie - grade 6 students
Morris the cowboy was a range rider
He loved the wide-open spaces
The smell of the country air
Never stayed very long in one place.
Moved on…
His black hat, dusty from the range
Perched on top of his head
Tells of many adventures he lived
Coal black boots worn and tired.
Many steps…
Drew pictures of horses and buffalo
'till his teachers asked him why…
“Cause if I ever see one I’ll know’em”
Left school at 17 never looked back.
I’m done…
He always wanted a life of travel
He never got bored
Always things to learn on the ranch.
The world the yard you live in.
Yearning on…
Trained colts by lookin’ ‘em in the eye
Easy to train or not at all
Trainin’ horses for someone else
Could do it by himself.
A legacy…
Lost his thumb on a cold winter morning
Didn’t even know it
The rope around his thumb and off it flew
Got it back, to the doc he went.
Too late…
Made people chuckle
Jumping, hiding as the bull charged around
Baggy pants and shoes way too big.
He was a rodeo clown
Laughing…
Burned his tonsils out with iodine
It sounded like it hurt
He had to be brave to do that
The challenge of a cowboy life.
Surviving…
He likes his coffee strong and black
Lookin’ like the bottom of a pond
One cup gets him ready for the day
The next ten cups gets him.
Rarin’ to go…
Saddles up his horse on Saturday night
Lookin’ for a dancing partner
Kicks up his heels ‘till 3 or 4
The women all get tired.
He keeps groin’…
Moving’ on every six months
Taking’ pictures of the world around him
Riding the range in early spring
Flowers beneath mountain peaks.
Just thinking’…
Now a days life seems to go by so fast
Everybody’s in a hurry
Feelers miss a lot by the speed they go
You’ll be there when you get there!
Only memories remain…
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Just Me That's There
by Morris Erickson
You watch the wind from the mountains moving flowers here and there
As thought searching for a special one hidden somewhere.
and leaves will rustle in the cool night air
But worry not, just me that's there.
Later looking out you watch the wind driven snow
And wonder if what's 'neath it will ever grow.
Sadness seems to be everywhere
But worry not, just me that's there.
As years roll by and you older grow
There will be times that tears from your eyes will flow.
Yet love will seem around you everywhere
But worry not, just me that's there.
Then when God calls you to a land of comfort and beauty to share
Loved ones will gather close to show they care.
Then someone puts a flower in your hair
But worry not, just me that's there. |
