Good night Buckaroo, good night.
It's time to stop riding.
Put your stick horse away.
He'll still be here
on tomorrow’s new day.
Good night Buckaroo, good night.
Take off your boots,
your chaps and your vest.
It's time for this cowboy
to have a night's rest.
You can dream of your taming
of the wild west.
So close your eyes now
and give them a rest.
Good night Buckaroo, good night.
Did you ever play cowboy? Did you have a cap pistol? Chaps? A vest? A sheriff’s badge and cowboy boots? If not what dress up clothes did you have when you were young? Can you write your own poem about one of the characters you pretended to be? Have fun writing.
Think of a dozen things to be grateful for in your life. A grateful heart attracts more things to be grateful about.
This is lovely, Joy, with its sleepy rhythm.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I appreciate your stopping by and leaving a comment.
DeleteVery sweet, Joy.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tabatha. You are one of the people I'm thankful to know.
DeleteThe others are right--this does have a rocking, lulling rhythm, which is a nice contrast with all the harder c/k sounds like "buckaroo" and "stick". I'm sorry to say, though, that playing cowboy seems to falling out of fashion, as kids lose the knowledge of this American story about the taming of the wild west. In some ways that's a good thing--it ain't a pretty story--and in some ways it's a very sad thing.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're well and the house is sold! Thanks for your lovely card from August...it became snowed under by mail and I only got to enjoy it this last week. The comic was spot-on!
Heidi, The house isn't sold yet and there are only 10 more weeks until the shipping crate arrives to be packed. Say prayers, cross fingers, send up good thoughts for me, please.
DeleteThis is perfectly adorable, Joy. Great rhythm and terrific images. Thanks for sharing it here.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosi. I'll have to see about writing more of these bed time poems.
DeleteI don't recall dress-up play when I was growing up, but I did enjoy trying on gently used donated clothes from my older cousins. That was real fun and sometimes I found something perfect for me.
ReplyDeleteOh, Linda. I'm so sorry. My mom made me a mini nurses uniform with a hat that had a red cross on it. She also made me a red Superman cape to go with the plastic belt I ordered from Kellogs with my cereal box tops and fifty cents. She made me an Indian costume and a pilgrim costume and of course she made my angel costume when I had the part of the littlest angel in the Christmas play. Maybe it was practicing all these parts that helped to develop my wild and crazy imagination.
DeleteJoy,
ReplyDeleteI did get dresses for school made by my mom. And one Christmas, my mom made a whole wardrobe for one of my dolls. I had some good memories centered around clothes, but dress up wasn't one I recall. I did ride a stick horse--a broom and I'm sure I was dressed for the part in my imagination. I remember riding stick horse style during "Romper Room" on TV. A dress-up box is a great addition to any child's room though. So sweet that your mom made such adorable costumes for you. I'm glad you got that experience. Yes, I think it helped create a strong imagination in you.
I made my own stick boom in summer school between k-1. We did woodworking. We had to bring a stick from home and Mom sent me with a grape stake. I had to sand for several days to get that thing smooth. My teacher was my mother!
DeleteThe doll, my mom made the wardrobe for, was Betsy Wetsy and Mom even papered a wardrobe box for the doll to store the clothes and accessories in.