Red felt cowboy hat

Double holster holding two cap guns

After smoke the smell lingering

 

White stitching around the brim

The hat resting on by back

Covering my five-year old self

 

I saw no cowgirls

No politically correct ladies

On horseback ready to ride

 

Women were in saloons or

Canning vegetables back

At the ranch

 

I shoulda been a cowboy

Or a mountain man tending

To my bountiful whiskey still

 

But alas no one noticed

The cowboy in this girl

She faded to chasing boys

 

Curling her hair

Hanging up her guns

The red felt hat forgotten