cowboypoetry-1606

A Cowboy, Through and Through

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 couch disappears, A chuckwagon in its place Living room walls melt away And the prairie wind hits his face All day long he rides the …

cowboypoetry-1604

Some Women Get Roses

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 a crystal vase. I get crocuses! Only a little bunch, of course, Picked by a man on a saddle horse. Slightly wilted and (please don’t …

cowboypoetry-1602

The Women

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 has quit again And the clothes are hanging in the rain I guess that machine just ain’t able To digest the fencing staple She must …

cowboypoetry-1512

The Old Time Christmas

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. The kids tried stayin’ awake because, they reckoned they might ketch Santa Claus. Next mornin’ you’d wake ’em up to see, what he’d been and …