Category: Cowboy Poetry

“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

  I came through the valley where the homesteaders had tried to make a go of it for a few years, past the tin cans and other evidence of their

The other night I had a nightmare, I had the most horrible dream,for I dreamt that my range flooded over and my calves all got washed down the stream.For I

One night many years ago on a long forgotten way I came across a sight so grim it haunts me to this day An old man lay just off the

  Photo courtesy of DesignPics Inc.; Photo by Con Tanasiuk I traded my girlfriend for an old saddle horseIn a bar on Saturday nightI traded her off, got this saddle

    Photo Credit: Tourism Saskatchewan I met up with some fellasand got to swappin’ lies‘bout hunting up the Blackstone and the art of tyin’ flies. When Stan got to

    We had this mangy tomcat Can’t say he was much goodHe filled his days with leisureEnjoying bachelorhood. He lost his tail to coyotesOr maybe a bullet one nightHe

    Up in Northern Arizonathere’s a Ranger trail that passesThrough a mesa, like a faëry lakewith pines upon its brink,And across the trail a stream runsall but hidden in