by Hugh, Nick & Blake - grade 6 students
He’s a man, who used to use the land,
He rode all night and all day.
Roping and riding,
Strumming his guitar and singing through the night.
When he was a cowboy
He's a man, who used to use the land,
He traveled the open plains,
Singing as he went,
Grabbing stories of sunsets and stormy nights,
When he was a cowboy.
A Cowboy's Friends
by Morris Erickson
A cowboy's friends are animals on the range running wild and free
To ride all day with them not round could lonely be.
And songbirds are his music with their freedom sound
W without all these friends, he would rather not be around.
A cowboys's friend is an eagle circling high overhead
Reminding him of trails he has rode, and where they have lead.
And showing him there is beauty in the sky, that can reach to the ground
Without friends like these, he would rather not be around.
When a cowboy hears the howls of wolves and coyotes in the late morning sun
It warns him of changes in weather that have begun
Now he may be shorten his ride, and be homeward bound
without his wild friends, he would rather not be around.
To the cowboy his cowpony is a friend, together they work the range
Work that old cowboy's hope will never change
But when changes come he will ride to much higher ground
Cause it's then old cowboys don't want to be around.
A cowboy's friends are like saddle pards he rode with through the years
They shared with him in laughter, fear and tears
Then one day ride with him, when to bigger roundups he's bound
Without friends like these, he would rather not be round.