A Cowboy Is

He’s tender and caring in his own way, From moving cattle to bucking hay; He’s stubborn but gentle and hard as nails, As he deals with all that his job entails; He may seem distant but he’s filled with pride; From the cattle he tends to the horse that he rides; He’s defender of the small and weak, And protector of the sick and meek; He keeps the code of the cowboy way, Standing steadfast from day to day; Watching over and protecting from harm, All of the beings that reside on his farm; He’s sometimes reserved and far-away, And he never really has too much to say; Laugh lines cover his weathered face, Something even time can’t erase; He is a cowboy, born and bred, From the boots on his feet to the hat on his head.