He's a pirate and a cowboy.
It's true, he wears an eye patch and a black felt cowboy hat.
He smokes mini cigars the way most smoke cigarettes
(are mini cigars and cigarettes the same?).
He wears cowboy boots and a big belt buckle
and he's been known to scare little children by uttering a single word...arrrgg.
He likes it when they point and call him a pirate but the truth is he's more cowboy than anything else.
He writes country music with sappy love lyrics,
he collects arrowheads and fossils that he finds on the family farm.
He loves to play guitar and drink beer
and if he can do both he's really living the good life.
He's wrinkely and tan from building and pouring concrete.
He's harsh and gruff when disturbed and yet I have seen him cry.
I miss him almost all the time.
More than he's a pirate,
more than he's a cowboy,
he's my dad.
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