COWBOY POETRY by CURTIS ANDERSON
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MY POETRY: Page 10
My Friend Jace Harty
Jace would brighten a room with his smile
We haven’t seen it in a while
Jace enjoyed travelling and spending time
With his girlfriend Deanna Lyle
Jace would be the first one to wave
Wasn’t scared to buy a microwave
Jace was no stranger to the pay window
Jace rode Danger Zone
We had our own fun, Jace rode Hired Gun
In Okotoks a loud cheer from the local folks
Jace will be forever true
He also rode Blue Diamond
Jace whistle would give you a jolt
He was good at breaking colts
Jace always had your back
Jace would turn out of the slack
Jace would know if you were
Telling him this or that
Would wear a shaped hat
Jace had the zest, was one of the best
And stuck out his chest
Jace always had his winning ways that let him float like a dove
Now he watches from above
Jace had a lot of friends and won
A ton of money down the rodeo trail
Jace did real good in Cloverdale
Jace was no roly poly
He enjoyed training his border collie
Jace didn’t play the harp
But he looked up to Jim Sharp
Sometimes Jace would listen to
Welcome to the Jungle
And was a great uncle.
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Curtis Anderson