cowboypoetry-1610

The Last Rodeo

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 end of the season at the last rodeo My old rodeo truck ain’t been cleaned out all year It smells like old leather, tobacco and …

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The Muster

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 in ere we draw the rein. So we’re off, we’re off, we’re off, With the stockwhip in our hand, And oh, for the fun of …

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 …