With boots and a hat,
A cattleman's heart, strong and true, Hands that built and knew what to do.
He drove the roads from dawn till night, A trucker who carried with all his might.
From highways long to back roads' bend, He hauled it all, again and again.
A cowbell maker, with skill and care, Crafting sounds that filled the air.
Each bell a memory, a story to share, A sign of his work, found everywhere.
He worked the land in his own bold ways, With a heart that was steady through all his days.
A cattle wrangler when no one could find The cows that strayed or couldn't be lined, With strength and grit, he'd bring them home,
No matter how far, no matter how lone.
He had many stories, rich and bold, Of life well lived and tales to be told.
Not a cowboy, but a "Get 'Er Done" man, With determination as his guiding plan.
In every job, in every task,
He showed up to workâno need to ask.
Now he's gone, but his legacy's clear, In every piece of work, in every cheer.
He lived his life with grit and pride, And in our hearts, he will always reside.