They dreamed of being cowboys
up high in the saddle
with horses like Roy's
chasing bad guys forever.
Riding stick horses,
cap busters strapped low,
they hid in the woods dying
for bad guys to show.
Deep in the ground
the posse united,
mapping out plans
on their hideaway's floor.
When summoned for chow
from deep in their hole,
they used twigs and leaves
to cover their secret.
Their clothes were snow white
from the limestone dust;
just like real cowpokes
tracking rustlers till dusk.
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