(c) 1999 by Laurie Kay Olson
My dad still pursues his vicarious life --
Far from his family, away from his wife.
His heart still answers the call of the west,
Imagining he wears a star on his vest.
Like John Wayne, he's a man true and gritty.
Like Marshall Dillon he befriends Miss Kitty
While maintaining the law in some dusty town,
Awaiting high noon for the big showdown.
With the Cartwright boys he's ridden the spread,
Checking up on the cattle, head by head.
Many days he's lived on hardtack and beans
While herding cows through steep desert ravines.
He's hunted Clint Eastwood just for the bounty
And even gone up north to work as a Mountie.
With Kenny Rogers he's gone and gambled his pay,
Living to gamble another day.
He's been through his share of barroom brawls
And gotten punched out in livery stalls.
He's given his heart to the pretty schoolmarm,
He's succumbed to a young senorita's charm.
Eventually this fantasy ends --
He returns to his family, and to his friends.
He turns off the TV, gets up from his chair --
\What an amazing life he's led sitting there.
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