The Hunched Up Cowboy & The Wyoming Wind
I've spent nearly thirty years now
Leaning hard into the wind
And
it never seems to leave me alone
It follows me like a bad friend
And sometimes you have to hunch up
To fight off the morning chill
As
it blows up under your collar
And shivers you till you can't stand still
Then it's the cold afternoon rain
Coming off the mountains
most everyday
And it blows up on the back of your neck
Till you have to hunch up to keep it away
Or else it the winter blizzards
That
leaves snow on your collar
And you hunch up and pull you neck down
As the wind continues to holler
So pretty darn soon it becomes
natural
To hunch up and go have at it
Until you realize one day
It's become a matter of habit
So you pull yourself up straight
And head
back out into the wind
And soon you're crooked as a dog's hind leg
And all hunched up against it again