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 …

The Range Cook’s “Holler”

They sing of the puncher — that knight of the range who rounds up the bellerin’ steer; Who rides at the head of the midnight stampede with nary a symptom of fear. They tell of his skill with the six-gun and rope, but nobody mentions the dub Who trails the chuck-wagon through desert and plain …

Cowboy Poetry: Lost in the Dark

Have you ever ridden on a night so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face? Much less a fence—but your pony stops, so you get off to find the gate That colt you’re riding is plenty tired, the darkness has made him tense He shies to the end of the bridle …