Sometimes I sit back
and think of days gone by
When I use to punch cows
‘neath an Arizona sky
My thoughts turn to ponies
I had in my string
To ride ‘em again would
make my heart sing
Far away up in the timber right now
There’s a little ole horses
that could ketch any cow
The boss called him Lookin’ Glass…
I’ll never know why
Probably ‘cause of that twinkle
he had in his eye……
This poem continues in one of George’s books – you’ll love some of the others as well as the stories from my first book “True Stories and Rhymes from the Range”
This story is continued in George’s Books
Contact George Fischer to buy his books!
830-343-3131
P.O. Box 403
Mountain Home, TX 78058
