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MY NEIGHBOR, A Poet And RETIRED PASTOR E-MAILED ME THIS POEM THE OTHER DAY AND I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE IT WITH MY “FRIENDS”,
John Hoad A Poem To Cowboy Ron.
COWBOY RON MAGUIRE
Down in old El Paso There are cowboys by the score, And out in the Far West Dozens of cowboys more.
But if you ask my judgment Who rounds up the truest joy, I give my vote to a fellow Who is Charleston's own cowboy.
He rises with the sunrise, His camera set to shoot, Hire his gun for charity - He's not out for the loot.
An outlaw is at large, Neuroblastoma by name, Attacking little kids - It's such a frightful shame.
Cowboy Ron is urging That we join him in this fight. And do our part in helping To put this scourge to flight.
His spotlight falls on Christopher, And we see that darling face, And learn his valiant struggle - What a hero, what an ace.
We tip our hats to you, Ron, As you saddle up and go - We cheer you on and bless you, As you make these blessings flow.
John Hoad
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