You Know You¹re A Ranch Wife When
July 19, 2010
This one was sent in by Kathy Horn of Virden, MB. She has been doing some poetry for about eight years and generally writes about old family stories and day-to-day
This one was sent in by Kathy Horn of Virden, MB. She has been doing some poetry for about eight years and generally writes about old family stories and day-to-day
The first issue of Canadian Cowboy Country Magazine (March 1997) included a poem I had written called Reg Kesler’s Hat. In mid July this year while performing at the Cowboy
As I sit here in my rocking chair and watch the fire glow, …the sound of Christmas carols, takes me back to long-ago. To a day back when my
It was a dream come true you see to stand there in that ring,For rodeo was in my blood and one day I’d be king.The beast I drew was
I paused from cynchin’ my saddle’s riggin’ To feel the crisp wind out of the West Brush against my exposed hands and face Sendin’ my soul a shiver clean
When our family moved to Fort St. JamesBack in the summer of 1959 My brother Colin and I chased the Indian horsesThat ran wild in the summertime. We chased
The round pen is just a classroomWhere we teach horses how to learnFrom the larger lessons life brings their wayAround every curve and turn.The black filly danced and tossed her
“I used to ride Ol’ Skip to school,”The old cowboy said with a smile“Then Dad sold him to a rodeo manAnd I had to walk those miles. I started into
I’ve got a letter, parson, from my son away out West,An’ my ol’ heart is heavy as an anvil in my breast,To think the boy whose future I had
Poetry editor Mike Puhallo“I think every once in a while we should print something that don’t rhyme just to rattle the purists.”– Mike Puhallo, poetry editor SittingHigh above bustling eastern
There’s a kind of revolt around our place,More than the usual Ranchin’ Rat Race.Our hired man up and quit yesterday,Too many hours and too little pay,And Animal Rights has
100 years from now, if the world’s still in the game,May the earth recall our footprints, may the wind sing out our names.May someone turn a page and hearken
