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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Raymond</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(To Dad) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How tall he sat upon <br>his polished leather saddle</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He wore a Stetson hat <br>boots ‘n chaps </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Calloused hands <br>body strong ‘n agile</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sharp spurs ‘n western shirts <br>with pearl snaps</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A “roll-your-own” rest-easy <br>’tween chapped lips</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">“Bull Durham” tag <br>dangled from shirt pocket</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Cigars he’d smoke <br>when “feeling in the chips'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While astride his favorite Q-horse, <br>“Black Rocket”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His spurs did jingle, <br>on old line-shack boards</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At night we’d braid rawhide <br>ropes ‘n quirts</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We’d sip sweet spring water <br>from hollow gourds</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By crackling fire <br>we’d darn socks ‘n mend<br>torn ‘n tattered shirts</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My 13th year spent <br>on a ranch dad worked<br>it did change my life</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Art of ridin, huntin, <br>ropin ‘n camp cooking I did learn</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">first chew of tobacco, <br>A new ‘n shiny <br>stockmen’s knife</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Acrid smoke, <br>Bleating calves, <br>Branded hides ‘n<br>memories still burn</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The last of a dying breed<br>of men my dad was </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Once a year <br>with pockets full of silver, <br>He’d ride into town<br> to drink ‘n dance<br>with whores ‘n peers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Although I suffered when<br>he wandered off I'd forgive</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Because…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He truly walked amongst<br>a hearty group of pioneers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thank you dad <br>for all you gave to me</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The laughter, campfires, <br>deer hunts ‘n great fun</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With new-eyes <br>the great wonders<br>of nature I now see</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I love ‘n miss you Dad, <br>You 'ole tough, ornery, <br>“Son-of-a-Gun”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ray+Lucero">Ray Lucero</a></strong></div>

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