Category: Cowboy Poetry

    It was a normal enough year,(we were a month or so behind.)Needed an extra pair o’ handsAn’ wanted the useful kind. Pat said he had some adviceAnd, for

      I remember well when you kids were bornIt only seems like yesterdayI feel like I’ve barely turned around Yet how the years have slipped away. From babes

This guy I know he wandered in,His eyes were somewhat blackened.I look him over carefully and said,“Now Garth, what happened?” Did you come down off your horseOr were you out

  Born on the ranch, nicknamed SisterWe broke her out to rideThrough open valleys to the hilltopsShe never missed a stride. The kids all learned to ride on herMany years

  When our Maker made this country,He did a dang fine job,Filled ‘er up with trees and water,Planted grass on all the sod Says he, “Now for some buffalo,And redskins

    call it instinctthose first mothering-up murmursthe way a mother cow callsher calf to her side, convinces itto lie still and flat against the prairiehiding itself until she comes

    A rusty hook on the outside wallRight behind the old barn doorBrings memories of an old cowhideWhich hung there years before. The old cowhide was used so muchThat

    Over the crusted snow and ice,Under the shimmering Northern Lights,The sparkling spires of Santa-land,Rise up for their wonderful one-night stand. ‘Round the pole the ice floes sweep,Not enough

It’s the look of sunlight on silverWith the smell of frost in the airAnd the sound of a tired horse blowingThat keeps them riding out there It’s horses jingled by

  Now listen up folks, this here ain’t no jokeRaise your glass to the critter, the cowWhat she’ll contribute let no one disputeI’ll tell you right here and right nowOh,

    The north slope of the valley is bare of winter snowUnder last years matted grass the green begins to showAlong the bottom melting snow starts the creek to