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 …

Tall Men Riding

This is the song that the night birds sing As the phantom herds trail by, Horn by horn where the long plains fling Flat miles to the Texas sky. Oh, the high hawk knows where the rabbit goes, And the buzzard marks the kill, But few there be with eyes to see The Tall Men …

Cow Country Christmas Memory

The cattle and horses got fed first That was a tradition at our place Christmas in cow country Without that hectic urban pace Each of our ponies got an apple With their morning feed of oats As we hurried through our morning chores In felt pack boots and overcoats Mom served homemade eggnog Dad passed …

Farewell to the Horse of the RNWMP, 1918

They’ve issued us motors and cut out the horse, For this is the trend and you’ll follow the course. You twist the old crank till it spurts fire and rattles, And smells worse than a thousand trail worn cattle. You ride down the trail well booted with spur, To hurdle the culverts like any Ben …