The Railroad Corral 

BY JOSEPH MILLS HANSON (1876-1960)  Oh, we’re up in the morning ere breaking of the day,  The chuck-wagon’s busy, the flapjacks in play;  The herd is astir o’er hillside and vale,  With the night riders rounding them into the trail.  Oh, come take up your cinches, come shake out your reins;  Come wake your old …

What’s Christmas to a Cow?

By Baxter Black I know you’ve prob’ly asked yourself, what’s Christmas to a cow? You’ve not! Well maybe, just perchance I’ve got you thinkin’ now, When we march out on Christmas morn like nothin’s goin’ on, Has Yuletide struck the night before and disappeared by dawn? Were plastic sleeves a’hangin’ up around the calvin’ shed? …

Cowboy Poetry: A Veteran

He was getting old and paunchy, and his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past. Of a war that he once fought in, and the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one. And ‘tho sometimes to his neighbours, …