Cowboy Poetry and Some Lighter Stuff

The Things God shows me

2006-08-27T09:25:00.000-07:00

Way out in the fields,

after a lonesomes days ride,

I wish my wife were here,

Ridin by my side,

How we'd talk and sing to God,

maybe even have a laugh,

How I'd love to watch her joy,

Over a newborn baby calf,

But as a nurse she has work to do,

As a cowboy I gots mine,

At supper we share stories and talk,

And it seems to work out fine,

Maybe one day she'll retire,

And she'll have lots of time to see,

Just what God shows me as a cowboy,

And why it means so much to me.

Range Ridin

BEANS (Mexican Strawberries)

2006-08-24T07:58:00.000-07:00

I like Beans,

I tell you folks it's true,

I like beans much better when,

They been done a day or two,

Day three is extra special,

Day four is twice as nice,

Day five is COWBOY SPECIAL,

Cause then we add some spice,

Day six you may well go without,

Day seven your wantin more,

Day eight you saddle up and ride,

Down to the General Store,

Day nine you smell em cookin,

Day ten you start again,

We call it the bean lover's cycle,

That's beans...the cowboys friend.

Range Ridin

2006-08-21T09:02:00.000-07:00

Cowboy Poetry and Some Lighter Stuff: The Best

2006-08-19T18:26:00.000-07:00

Cowboy Poetry and Some Lighter Stuff: The Best

The Best

2006-08-19T14:58:00.000-07:00

As a cowboy I see lots of things,

And most nature at it's best,

I love to hear the morning birds,

The coyotes and the rest,

I ride slowly on this creation,

Formed by God's own loving hands,

And to this cowboys heart doth call,

These rugged western lands,

I unsaddle pert near evening,

Sometimes read by firelight,

Sometimes I stare at the stars,

Lord what a awesome sight,

I think about my cowboyin days,

And I sure know that I am blessed,

When asked what kind of job I have,

I say " Pard it's just the best.

Range Ridin

Ode of the City Slicker

2006-08-15T12:40:00.000-07:00

I was just a lawyer,

Way up in Tennessee,

That's where I met my bride,

She's from west Texas don't ya see,

She wanted me to meet her folks,

They were gettin up in age,

What she failed to tell this ole boy,

Is we'd have to take the stage,

Pawnee, Comanche, Apache,

All tried to take our life,

Sometimes I'd wonder if it was worth it,

Then i'd look at my dear wife,

When we finally got to the ranch,

I thought things were goin great,

That is... until her daddy,

Tried to use me for mountain lion bait,

Emabarrassed and Dejected,

I went a wanderin,

Somehow I ended up,

Insid the cattle pen,

I wasn't sure just what I stepped in,

But I knew it wasn't sweet and pure,

That's when her ole man laughed at me,

Said "Son that there's manure."

"Be careful wher you step there sport,

Them cow pies sure git slick,"

Sure enough I takes a step,

And falls down lickety click,

Well I slunk off to the ranch house,

To take a shower you might surmise,

There was my bride cleanin carpet,

And much to my surprise,

Perfect green footsteps,

Right across that white cow hide,

And as I stopped to ponder them,

I felt a broom come across my side,

Broken hearted and embarrassed,

I just couldn't take no more,

So I snuck out to the barn,

Closed and locked the door,

Now ponderin my dilemma,

I decided I'd just go,

So I saddle up ole "Widowmaker",

I can take what he can throw,

I jumps up in the saddle,

And he jumps around a bit,

Then i throws those barn doors wide,

Smacks him with my hat says "Skit",

As I came around the barn yard,

Preparin to make my turn,

I asks this horse to stop,

for theres faces full of concern,

I climbed down off ole widowmaker,

Her father offered me a chaw,

"Have I ever told you son,

You'll make a fine son-in-law..."

Awestruck and bewildered,

I didn't know quite what to say,

Seeing confusion in my eyes,

"Son no one's ever rode that bay..."

That's been forty years now,

and now I run this ranch,

When asked if I'd change anything,

My reply is "NOT A CHANCE.."

Awe here comes my daughter,

And that must be her beau,

I gots to get back to work,

For mountain lion hunting we go....

June 04 2002

Range Ridin

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Ole Cowhorses

2006-08-14T21:31:00.000-07:00

Easy there ole paint,

I know that shoe just slipped a bit,

But you sure let that big bull know,

When the end of the rope he hit,

Now hold on pard, just settle down,

ahh now that shoes reset,

Don't know why after all these years,

When I hold your foot you fret,

Now look ole pard it's gettin dark,

Reckon we done what we can today,

Let's ride on over to the line shack,

For tonight thats where we'll stay,

Tommorrow we'll go a ridin,

To church and to town awhile,

And Ole Paint it'll be a priviledge,

To deck you out in style,

And as we ride this day my friend,

Into this ole sunset,

Let's thank the Lord above,

The cowhorse aint gone yet.

Range Ridin

Jan 03, 2002