Kind and gentle, Patiently teaching little sister. You were her cowboy. Loving and strong, Manly and tough, And sometimes a little rough. You were her cowboy. Always a smile, Always rejoicing, Laughing and joking. You were her cowboy. Strumming the guitar, Humming, whistling, singing, Writing a melody. You were her cowboy. Working hard, Persevering, Never let life put you down. You were her cowboy. Running the race, Always brave, Embracing life. You were her cowboy. Young and handsome, Her older brother, Her hero, Her cowboy. Written in loving memory of Micah who died 9 years ago today. Although Micah was never really a cowboy, he often wore a cowboy hat and sometimes dressed like one. His characteristics also remind me of that of a cowboy's. Lastly, cowboys are one of my biggest heroes in life and Micah is one of my biggest heroes, so I thought that it would be fitting to call him my cowboy.