Partners

     I am not a cowboy, nor have I played one on TV, but I have watched my fair share of Westerns, whether I wanted to or not. "Quigley Down Under" and "Open Range" are my favorites. I even read the occasional book in Western genre voluntarily. That still doesn't explain why I wrote this cowboy type love poem. I blame that on the poetry "Muse-quito" I mentioned in my last post. All I wanted to write in was a crossword puzzle.

Partners

I knew when I signed on with the Lamb outfit

that the fella I would be partnered with was only green broke,

but I took the job anyway.

I was sorta a hand between brands at the time

and didn’t cotton to the idea of riding alone.

Some can do it, but it’s wearisome

and even dangerous.

It was hard work and the wages weren’t much,

but I was used to that. I’m a fair hand at fixing grub,

if I do say so myself, so we always ate good.

And, most of the time, we made ourselves

a snug place to sleep at night.

Although, some of the storms we got caught in

were real gully washers.

Outside of the occasional head butting

all partners do, we got along pretty well.

Still do actually. I settled in there at the
Double L and never got the itch to move on.

I may not have him all the way saddle broke,

but I’ll stay where I’m at,

a good partner can be hard to find.