FOR BUD, CONSIDERING RETIREMENT

Sometimes Eastern dudes go roaming
Way out West in Old Wyoming,
Where a bucking bronc’s a challenge to be met;
Folks there work some, then they dance some,
And the men are tall and handsome,
And “Old Faithful” keeps on  doing her thing yet.

In the Big Horns, grandly looming,
The rooster heads keep blooming;
The lupine’s cobalt blue reflects the skies;
There a meadowlark is singing,
While the magpies go on winging;
On moonlit nights the lonely coyote cries.

Elk and antelope keep loping,
While a Hoosier cowboy’s groping
For an answer to a question twice his size;
In the land of corn and Spudnut,
And the home of Mayor Hudnut,
There’s a bronc that bucks him off each time he tries.

Though the future draws its curtain,
And there isn’t much that’s certain;
If decisions are not easy, small or large;
From the ground you can’t decide it---
Just get on that bronc and ride it,
And show that ornery critter who’s in charge!

With love, Helen     May 1, 1986