The old man sat quietly in the corner of the bar,
As the young men talked of exploits they had,
Of rivers they'd crossed and wells gone dry,
And good days fewer than bad.

They yipped and howled about their lives as cowboys on the range
And slapped each other on the back,
Out-telling one another with stories of their fame,
Of tall tales there was no lack.

The old man, tired of listening, rose to take his leave,
When one young brag eyed him as he passed,
He tipped his hat in salute for he knew what he had seen,
A legend in this time that would not last:

He rangered down in Texas, drove cattle to the north,
Wagon bossed a train across the Great Divide,
He brought law to the west, bucked all that nature gave,
And in the hearts of cowboys never died.

The young man raised his glass as he stood up from his chair,
"Here's to all who came before, may they live forever in our minds,
They're the best that ever were,
'Cause good cowboys are mighty hard to find."

OH dm you did this sooo very well.

very nice

thnk you

Hat's off to you

very nice

(((( RJ )))))))

Hugs to you sweets,,, Nice,, Job well done

(((mom))) nice to see ya hun

Luvin the pics,,, Nice to see your heart smiling

Well done.....

that it is everyday

thnk you kind sir

very nice