First Cowboy Boots

A toddler in his cowboy boots he seems the little man,

With head held high, a prideful look in boots of black and tan,

And nonchalant the attitude a look of somber face,

Like he is looking for the horse he left around this place.

He’ll glance at you and then away, he has some business now,

Corral some scattered doggies, rope a steer, or brand a cow,

But when he tires no fire place around to take his nap,

With hands held high he reaches up to sit on grandma’s lap.

With strength restored and antsy pants he clamors to get down,

He’s back to cowboy business that he’ll find in this cow town.
With all the fine provisions that he'll need in open land,
All confident he carries all in one strong toddler hand.

Now as imagination stirs his mind and takes its course,
One day his Labrador retriever may become his horse,

It’s one small sign of manliness you can see its first fruits,

The first time your young grandson wears a pair of cowboy boots.

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 18, 2011