The year is nearly over.
I’ve been trying to be good.
I’ve roped and rounded cattle
like a proper cowboy should.
I’ve led them to the pastures,
and I’ve led them through the plains.
I’ve crossed them over mountains
in the icy winter rains.
The gifts you brought a year ago,
they certainly are swell.
I like the boots. I like the vest.
I like the hat as well.
The saddle’s still as good as new.
I try to keep it clean.
The bridle, bit, and stirrups are
the best I’ve ever seen.
I’ll keep this letter simple.
You’re a busy buckaroo.
The gifts you brought a year ago
are mighty fine—it’s true.
It’s not that I’m complaining.
I was much obliged, of course.
The pogo stick was dandy,
but I really need a horse!
Text © Eric Ode, reprinted from Tall Tales of the Wild West (And a Few Short Ones), published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Ben Crane. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.
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