Why Heavenly Cowboys Couldn’t
Cowboys corralled in Heaven pulled
All kinds of vexin’ things,
Like tippin’ halos crooked-like
And ropin’ angels’ wings.
They’re so well known for cuttin’ up
Since back when time began,
For no one’s pulled shenanigans
The way that cowboys can.
No, cowboys didn’t get high marks
In God’s reported word
While they were ratin’ risin’ stars-
Too many tales were heard
Of cowboys playin’ naughty tricks,
And gettin’ Angels so upset-
God said, “We’ll clip those wings.
That cowboys use to horse around
We’ll have them guard the gate.
The night of our blessed happening
While we all celebrate.
They won’t have time to hatch their schemes
To upset this event.
On Christmas Eve, they’ll have no part –
And maybe – they’ll repent.
As shepherds herded sheep that night
And knelt in starlit fields,
The cowboys learned the penalities
That cowboy teasin’ yields.
While Angels’ voices sang of the Birth,
And glow lit up the skies,
Sad cowboys only got to hear
The angels lullabies
And that’s how Heaven evened score
For tricks those cowboys played;
They didn’t get to join in praise
When the world knelt down and prayed.
By Marianna Logan McNeil
Thank you to the late multi-award-winning poet and friend, Marianna Logan McNeil, of Petticoats and Pistols who gave this poem to the Fillies before her passing.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!