"Presciliano"
sculpture by
Greg Kelsey
He always wore a handkerchief,
A trademark, I guess you'd say,
A cowboy hat and denim vest,
He wore them every day.
Where he could ride through cattle.
The life he lived was the life he loved,
And he loved life in the saddle.
And put smiles on our faces,
Will ride his horse up in a ranch,
Through God's wide-open spaces.
They will start their ride today,
Off to a ranch he's never been,
A cowboy rides away.