“The cowboy’s life is full of danger
To risks to his life he is never a stranger
He knows there’s a chance his horse may throw him
He lives in fear that a storm may blow him
Of all the ways a cowboy may meet his end
There are few against which he can defend
His rifle can’t shoot the wind or the fire
It will not work against vampires
Who stalk the plains for cowboy blood
And leave their pray dead in the mud
Every shadow that moves in the night
Gives the cowboy vampire fright
Vampires! Vampires! Vampires! Vampires!
With fangs as sharp as new barbed wire
They sneak up behind cowboys, sit behind them on their horse
And ride that way for miles, of course
The cowboy riding unawares
Until he feels icy fingers brushing his hairs
Off of his neck to get a clean bite
And reduce his pallor to a ghostly white
A vampire can look like anyone
Getting killed by one would not be fun
A smart cowboy will carry a stake of wood
And bury it in the heart of anyone he thinks he should
Some of these may turn out to be regular men
But better safe than sorry, then
Dalton Wilcox, Poet Laureate of the West
“A Dangerous Life”
From his book “You Must Buy Your Wife At Least As Much Jewelry As You Buy Your Horse” And Other Poems and Observations, Humorous and Otherwise, From a Life On The Range.
Dedicated to the memory of Winston Black, Carlyle Dunhill, Baxter Fields, Tom Sherwood, Lester Dellwood, Wesley Norton (And several folks whose names he is not aware of)
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