WE BURIED A COWBOY TODAY

WE BURIED A COWBOY TODAY

“THE LIFE OF THE DEAD IS PLACED

IN THE MEMORY OF THE LIVING.”

Marcus Tullius Cicero

     It seems too often that I am attending the funeral of a friend.  This comes with age and the fact that no one gets out of here alive.  Pretend if you will that you will live forever, but reality will slip up on you when you least expect it.  It is tragic with the young but you know it is coming especially when you are 91.

     Dillman Ash was a cowboy his whole life.  He was born on the ranch and when fifteen his grandfather had health problems and had to live in Arizona for a while while healing.  This left a 15 year old to step up and do an mans job, and he did it.

     At the service today there were more jeans, boots, and flannel shirts than suits.  Even Tom the preacher wore a western tie and frock coat as an honor to the man who was a throw back to a way of life that many pretend to live, many love, and he just did it.

      On his ranch was Jackass Canyon which the bank robbers at Medicine Lodge went into not realizing it was a box canyon and soon gave up.  Then they were lynched in town, one shot (the Marshall from Caldwell) and the others hanged.

     There was so much about the man that was interesting.  I condensed it into a poem.

WE BURIED A COWBOY TODAY

THE CHURCH WAS FULL TO THE BRIM TODAY

THE DAY WE LAID A COWBOY AWAY

THERE WERE TEARS AND SAD FACES A PLENTY

AND MEMORIES THERE OF EVERY MAN AND LADY

BORN ON THE RANCH THAT HIS GRANDFATHER OWNED

AT A YOUNG AGE HE WORKED IT AS A FULL GROWN MAN

CATTLE AND HORSES WERE HIS WORLD OUT THERE

LEAVING NEVER OCCURRED TO HIM TO GO ANYWHERE

SUMMER BLAZING SUN AND WINTER BLAST

HARDSHIP WAS A CONSTANT COMPANION IN THE PAST

WORKING AND PLAYING HARD AS COWBOYS WILL

BUT OF THE LIFE HE NEVER HAD HIS FILL

MET HIM A SWEET HEART ALONG THE WAY

RAISED HIM A FAMILY AND I AM HERE TO SAY

HE LOVED THEM ALL AND DID HIS BEST

BUT TIME AND TROUBLES PUT HIM TO THE TEST

ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES SOME MAY SAY

BUT HE EARNED ALL THOSE WRINKLES THE OLD FASHIONED WAY

WHEN THINGS PULLED HARD ON HIS HEART AND MIND

HE FOUND AN OLD FRIEND WHO NEVER LEFT HIM BEHIND

BOWING HIS HEAD TO PRAY FOR STRENGTH

HIS FRIEND GAVE HIM ALL THAT HE NEEDED

FEEDING HIS AS HE GATHERED THE YEARS

THERE WERE TIMES HE SHED MANY TEARS

MANY A FRIEND HE GAVE SAGE ADVICE

QUICK WITH A SMILE AND TO SAY HI

WHATEVER THE NEED HE WAS ALWAYS PREPARED

TO BE A FRIEND TO ALL WHO CARED

NINETY ONE YEARS HE LIVED ON THIS EARTH

LOVED THE HISTORY OF THE PLACE OF HIS BIRTH

ALWAYS CONCERNED WITH ANYONE IN NEED

HE EARNED THE NAME CHRISTIAN INDEED

WE BURIED A COWBOY TODAY

THE KIND THE WORLD NEEDS MORE OF TODAY

WE HUNG UP HIS HAT AND SPURS AND PRAYED

CAUSE WE HOPE TO SEE HIM AGAIN SOMEDAY

Dillman Ash

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