Old Cowboy
30 04 2008I’m an old old cowboy
A very old cowboy!
My skin is chafing
My ten-gallon hat is shrinking
I’m an old old cowboy
An old lonely cowboy!
My days on the ranch are dead
My horse is slowly slowing
My liver spots are growing
My spurs are dull like pencils
I can’t use my utensils
My lasso is a string
My gun has lost its ping
I’m an old old cowboy
An old lonely cowboy
My golden days have been trashed
Now I eat potatoes mashed
I’m an old old cowboy
I’m an old, lonely cowboy.
By Jarred
Dear Jarred,
Mrs. Farnum
This is an interesting poem. I especially like the line “my spurs are dull like pencils.” You have me thinking…what’s the story behind this old cowboy?
Dear Jarred,
I love your cowboy poem! It is very interesting. Did you also write the “Jarred” poem? You are a FANTASTIC poet!
Megan
This poem is very descriptive and it completely describes old cowbows very well! : ) You are an amazing poet, just a suggestion, maybe you could break them into stanzas. Anyways, this is an amazing poem, keep writing
Dear Jarred,
Your poem “Old Cowboy”
was a great poem. You used repetition throughout your words. Like when you kept repeating “I’m an old old cowboy
A very old cowboy!” and “I’m an old old cowboy
An old lonely cowboy”. I enjoyed how you tried to include rhyming. That’s what I especially enjoy. I also liked how you left an unanswered question of what happened in the cowboys past. Amazing!!!
Sincerely tinkerbell
That is a very interesting story you have there. It is very clever how you made the cowboy growing old along with his horse.
From,
BLAKEUMS!