Her Colt ~ by Bruce Kiskaddon

Other hosses takes an interest in a colt that’s young and small The way they act you’d think they’d never seen a colt at all They would nip him and torment him if his mother wasn’t there But they don’t do much inspectin’ when they meet up with the mare It’s her that makes ’em …

Heel Chains & Jingle Bells

The feed sleigh bobs are frozen down It’s time to jack them loose Put warm grain bags upon the seat To warm my old caboose The lines are stiff, but soon they’ll thaw As through my mitts they slide Whoa to stop, hup to go There’s no more smoother ride Than sliding across the snow-packed …

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, …

Cowboy Poetry: My Partner

See that ranahan sittin’ over there Cheerful as hell without a care? Last night in a red-hot poker game We were playing it close, but he looked the same He bluffed out my three-of-a-kind with the pair And yet he calls himself my Partner. I loan him ten bucks and he goes to town Gets …