Category: Cowboy Poetry

They came to buy claims, And I brought my herd. We flocked to the West With our fortunes assured. Gold had been found Lining rivers and streams, And thoughts of

Did you ever see a cow hand ridin’ peaceful like and slow With his saddle hoss and bed hoss, like he had no place to go? He travels at an

On and on through the silent night, Under the sky with its tranquil light Of stars that are smiling and blinking bright— Riding…just riding along … Up the hill and

Out from the ranch on a Saturday night, Ridin’ a hawse that’s a shootin’ star, Close on the flanks of the flyin’ daylight, Racin’ with dark for the J L

If a feller’s been astraddle since he’s big enough to ride, And has had to throw a saddle onto every sort of hide; Though it’s nothin’ they take pride in,

The stands are all empty the crowds all gone home The last truckload of broncs is loaded and gone It feels kind of funny with nowhere to go At the

Come, mount ye your horses, away let us ride, For we’ve many a mile ere the eventide; The cattle have strayed to the distant plain, And we must drive them

He can hear the wranglers call And his spurs jangle as he walks Feels his voice begin to deepen And slow to a drawl when he talks Next the old

Some women get roses! Velvet of petal and long of stem, Placed in a box like a precious gem. Brought by a man from the florist’s place, Beautifully right for

I’ve never met a rancher’s wife Whose toiletries aren’t filled with strife Cause when they want to take a bath They have to move the newborn calf Whose washing machine

I liked the way we used to do, when cattle was plenty and folks was few. The people gathered frum far and near, and they barbacued a big fat steer.

Let us ride together Careless of the weather Blowing mane and hair Miles ahead, no cares Sound of hoof and horses sniff Trotting down the Milk River With the wind