That Little Cowboy

I hope my neighbor dosen't get mad at me for doing this, but I couldn't resist. In August for our county fair I am in charge of a cowboy poetry contest for the youth. My neighbors have 8 little blond haired girls and they have entered the contest every year. They always do a REALLY cute job with their poems but this year the little 5 year old's poem stole my heart and made me grin. Here's why: Chance is five, too. They live right be hind us with a wood fence in between our yards and theirs. This was her poem. Her Mom wrote it.

The Little Cowboy

There is a little cowboy

That I see most every day.

He don't know I'm watching him,

It's probably best that way.

I see that little Cowboy,

Through a knothole in my fence,

And the things I see him do

To me, don't make no sense.

I saw him climb on his dog

Trying hard to get a ride.

But all that ever happened

Was the dog and ground collide.

Once he was being pecked at

By a hen he'd tried to rope,

I reckon It's a boy thing

Though I sure don't get it--NOPE!

But I've got a little secret

That I'll only tell to you.

I think that cowboy sure is cute

And I know he likes me, too.

Cuz, sometimes when I'm playin'

I can see him watch me, too

I've even heard him whistle
through that hole a time or two.

-Misty Knutson-

So.. I suggested that maybe we ought to take some pictures and do a photo book. Here's some of the pictures we ended up with.

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