Duane Reece

                                                               Duane Reece                          

                                 With the study of pages compiled through the ages 

                                               That have brought the cowboy fame,

                                  It wouldn’t be no mystery if we went down in history

                                                   As being all one and the same.

                                   We’re portrayed with the visions of trail dust and horizons 

                                                    Undistinguished as we gallop in stride;

                                    When in the cow-haulers society, there’s as great a variety 

                                                     As there is in the ranges we ride.

                                     Most pass their tests and are classed with the rest 

                                                     With no cause to break from the file,

                                    But there’s certain  situations in the more trying locations

                                                      That require a more spirited style.

                                  Now there’s armies about to get ’em up and head ‘em out

                                                     To ride point and the swing and the flank,

                                    But when all that is seen is deep tracks and thin green

                                                     It calls for the heads of the rank.

                                    And a jillion world beaters on the mechanical cheaters

                                                    That can haul ‘em and maul ‘em and squeeze,

                                     But more mettles in need when it’s just man and his steed

                                                     And they’re ringing faraway trees.

                          WHEN IT’S BEEN PAINTED FOR EONS AND GLORIFIED IN BRONZE

                                            AS SEEN FROM THE FRINGE IN A TROT.  

                                 SOME INK WILL BE SPENT IN TRYING TO DOCUMENT 

                                            HOW IT LOOKS FROM THE BLOOD AND THE SNOT.