That majestic land Wyoming
is where the great one's came.
To celebrate in Old Cheyenne
"The magic city of the plains."
Upholding a tradition
kept some hundred years.
By folk that reared and nurtured it
those kindly volunteers.
History yet lives there
steeped in by gone day's.
From the proud red man's village
to the famed old time parade.
Go down to that arena
Where the waddies, gather 'round.
Legends were born here
upon that hallowed ground.
With rope, spur and saddle
hardy men, plied their trade.
They rode the bronc, caught the steer
and champions were made.
When they play Old Glory's grand old song
take your hat off and stand tall.
Then give a big cowboy Yee Haw!
For "The Daddy of 'em All."

© Ezra Spur 2003

Ezra Spur resides in Washington State. He was raised on the prairie of middle America and his poetry is a reflection of his youth and a lifetime of memories of the cowboy way of life. He is a sixth "Lariat Laureate" runner up and contributor to the "The Big Roundup" anthology. His poetry is also available on cowboypoetry.com.

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