But when he donned those cowboy boots, he near could touch the sky.
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| Cowboy Bob, Circa 1936 In Memory of Robert Chapman 1-4-1931 - 8-16-2003 |
A kerchief knotted around his neck, and checkered cowboy shirt.
His pants were blue, all clean and crisp - at least when he'd put them on;
By the time he'd taken Old Paint out, most all the clean was gone!
He knew when he showed up for grub just what his Mom would say;
But you can't stay clean and be a Pard - it just don't work that way!
Now Johnny had a hero he followed all around;
To learn about the cowboy ways, and how to take a stand.
His hero's name was Grandpa Jim, all wrinkled, gray and old;
But when he talked with Johnny, his words were like pure gold.
Cause Johnny didn't have a paw - he'd died so long ago;
And Grandpa Jim had fallen in, and taken up that role.
The oath he gave to his dying son - his heart breaking in two;
To be the man in Johnny's life, and teach him all that's good.
To teach him how to be a man, to work with all his might;
How to know a loving God, and stand for what is right!
Written/Copyright 1997 by Mary Lou Chapman Hackett
til next time...
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