This is a poem I saw in the Houston Chronicle many years
ago. There was a gathering of cowboy poets and this was one of the
In a while the grass
will grow upon yer rendered mound.
Till some day on yer
moldered grave a lonely flower is found.
And say a hoss should
wonder by and graze upon this flower
That once was you, but
now’s become yer vegetative bower.
The posey that the
hoss done ate, with his other feed,
Makes bone, and fat,
and muscle essential to the steed.
But some is left that
he can’t use and so it passed through,
And finally lays upon
the ground, this thing that once wuz you.
Then say, by chance, I
wanders by and sees this upon the ground,
And I ponders, and I
wonders at this object that I found.
I thinks of
reincarnation, of life, and death, and such,
And come away
concludin’ : Slim, you ain’t changed all that much.