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A Cowboy's Autumn
The photos on this page were taken in
Colorado, Wyoming, Oregon and California.
Backward, turn backward, oh, time with your wheels,
Bicycles, wagons, fast automobiles;
Dress me again in a big Stetson hat,
Spurs and flannels, slickers and chaps;
Out where the sage brush is dusty and gray,
Make me a cowboy again for a day.

Under the star-studded sky so vast,
Campfires and coffee and comfort at last;
Stories of cowboys and outlaws retold
Over the pipes, as the embers grow cold;
These are the tunes that old memories play,
Make me a cowboy again for a day.
-- Author Unknown
Give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light,
I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright.

How often at night, when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars,
Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
-- Author Unknown
When I think of the Last Great Round-up,
On the eve of eternity's dawn,
I can't help but think of the cowboys
Who have been here with us and gone.
And I wonder if any will greet us,
On the sands of that evergreen shore,
With the hearty, "Good to see you, old cowboy!"
That we've met with so often before.
-- Author Unknown
The bawl of a steer to a cowboy's ear
Is music of sweetest strain;
And the yelping notes of the gray coyotes
To him are a happy refrain.

The winds may blow, the thunder growl
Or the breeze may safely moan;
A cowboy's life is a royal life,
His saddle his kingly throne.

For a real king's crown in a noisy town
His saddle he wouldn't exchange;
No life so free as the life he sees
Way out on the Western range.
-- Author Unknown