Jeffery James was a rodeo man,
he wore a black felt western hat
When he was leaving out of Amarillo,
he rested his head against a greyhound glass window,
using his hat as a pillow
As he started drifting to dream, he heard a scream
“Look ma, is that a real cowboy?”, that shout gave him a start
that about stopped his heart, it had come from a wild eyed boy
His mama said “child, you quiet down now”
but Jeff couldn’t help but smile,
he told the boy about all his adventures
They got to talking for a good long while
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 