Stetson

I am forty
Going through
My father’s things
Before we go to bury
Him and I find his old belt
Fits me as mine has broken
But his Stetson cowboy hat is
Far too big for me so years later
I give it to one of my sons who
Can wear it and fit in Texas
Style born to wear a high
Stetson unlike myself.
I am at home in the
Texas llanos pines
Beaches woods
River canyons
Friendly folks
Pickups in
The rain
Beeves
Whose
Look
Sincere
Touches
My heart
Though does
Not make me in
To a vegan all these
Thoughts cross my mind
At my father’s funeral
As I remember his
Sense of humor
Love of hard
Work and
How his
Temper
Cooled
In old
Age.
Baptist
Berserker
To benign old
Man in a Stetson.