From the time he was little in diapers and bibs,

We all knew he was special by the little things he did.

Growing up cowboy was a life that he loved,

Whether working or playing, well he fit like a glove.

The little kids loved him, I'm not sure why.

To the old folks like me, he was one of the guys.

He'd get on his pony like he was part of that horse,

I think he just belonged there of course.

The horses he rode were always good,

Or maybe he just made 'em look better than they should.

I recall little Hank and Bullet you know

or he'd climb on his dad's horse and put on a show.

A hard worker you know, a handy young man,

Without even asking, he'd give you a hand.

From morning til the wind went down with the sun

He'd stick around working til the job was all done.

To know him was to love him, he had a big smile,

If you were with him for a minute, you'd stick around for awhile.

The things that he told you were always straight out

You knew what he was thinking, there was never a doubt.

Your time here is over my young cowboy friend,

But I know some time later we'll ride together again.

                                                                                                     Love  

                                                                                                     Uncle Keith