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For the week of February 28 through March 6, 2001

Cowboy history and lore

Community cowpokes round up the prose

Express Staff Writer

Derek Williams, Latner Straley, Tanner Flanagan, and Lily Pidgeon in front of their cowpoke portraits at the Community School. Express Photo by Dana DuGan.

Pat Stansberry’s third grade class at The Community School spent part of this year studying cowboy history and lore. As a result they wrote cowboy poetry, dressed up, and learned songs taught by The Community School’s musical director Mary Poppen. Here are a few nuggets from that performance last week:

Cowboy Poem

By Derek Williams


Howdy y’all. I am goin’ to tell you about a day in the life of a cowboy.

When I git up in the morning I know I have a hard day ahead.

I rise out of the bunk house and go the mess hall to grab some grub and head out to round up them cattle.

I need to herd those cows to a grazing spot but where has Dixon gone?

Oh that horse of mine, he is always wandering off.

There he is, right in the middle of the herd.

I hop on and we head out to the prairie fields so the cattle can graze all day.

I do some brandin’ and ropin’ to help pass the time.

As the sun goes behind the mountains, I pitch my tent, make a fire and open a can of beans.

I fall asleep dreaming of my family back at the ranch.

That’s a cowboy’s day!

Sally Sue and My ol’ Horse Buckaroo

by Delaney Willey

Early one frosty mornin’, me, Sally Sue, went to work herdin’ on my chestnut horse Ol’ Buckaroo.

We headed out on a lonesome dusty trail to round up some cattle.

My good ol’ horse Buckaroo is my best friend on that long trail and the best horse in the wild west.

Suddenly out of nowhere we hear "a fiddle e’ de and a fiddle e’ do."

All I could see was a big cactus so we galloped over to the singin’ cactus and to my surprise there sat the darn fanciest cowboy I ‘d ever layed eyes on.

I started singin to that ol’ fiddle and dancin’ a little jig.

We sang and danced until the crack of dawn. I was too tired to find my way home and I said to my horse ol Buckaroo, "can you take me back to our old bunkhouse?"

So my horse turned us east into the sunrise and we started a new day.

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