Cowboy poets are among my heroes
And I'm certain you're wondering why
Well I suppose it's 'cause they make me laugh
And sometimes they make me cry.

They have a way of sparking my brain up it seems
To make my mind's eye see the horses
Crossing clear blue mountain streams
Cold water running stony courses.


They can make my mind's eye nose
Smell a thing or two as well
Like horse sweat and leather
On a day that's hot as hell.

They can make me feel the snowflakes
As they sting my ears and face
As I'm bringing in a calving heifer
Down to the Old Home Place.

They just up and lift my heart
To a place they call the West
And there is just enough cowgirl in me
To know that place is best.