Now, Giddy on Up….

There’s something about them… those little cowboys.

They ride fuzzy ponies on painted sticks.  That chaw in their cheeks.. Bazooka, not tobacco.  They like to draw circles with their toes in the sand.

They have little rubber boots, adorned with yellow duckies.  But through their dreaming  eyes… those boots are real leather.  And wouldn’t you know it?  Those spurs click when they walk.

They are gun-slinging, law-keeping, white-hatted sheriffs.  Those little fine cowboys.  They know the right way.

They lasso the bad guys.  They tip their hats proudly.  They smile like they did when the buffalo roamed.

Yes… little cowboys… and cowgirls… they are one in the same.  The stars on their chests… shine so bright and so strong.   Right along with their dreams of real horses and spurs.

“Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas. Believing, is the brush that converts your dreams into a masterpiece of reality.” – Unknown