Curly Who?
Curly Thompson, the Buckaroo
From Jordan Valley to Leslie Gulch,
He would ride the hills looking for cattle.
He had a lot of luck.
Over to Three Fingers then to the Comb,
When he finished there
he liked to head home.

I met Curly about ten years back,
sitting in the shade outside his shack.
We talked for hours
One thing he liked to do,
was talk of the time
he was a buckaroo.

The other day Curly said "Goodbye"
Got on his horse and rode beyond the sky.
Said he had a job to do
Show those boys how to buckaroo.

He was my friend
The Buckaroo
This poem was found in my Dad's camp trailer after his death.