On a late spring morning in West Texasriding through pasture overgrown with brush Cowpunchers pushed a calf into a clearing.The calf will need to be roping if it is a yearling. The Cowboy throws a loop around the yearling’s neck, and it will mourn. The calf cannot escape the rope tied...
Trail driving was grueling for the CowboyNot all marshmallows and campfire stories A Cowboys friends were fewUnless you counted the smelly Moo’s They never slept very SoundThe Cows were up and down you are up before dawnWith Cowboy wear on Snaps and plaid shirtsfull of holes and dirt Day after dayThe...
To the Cowboy, the saddle was his everythingThe most important asset for an interview to bring If he owned the saddleThat was half a cowboys battle The rancher would provide the horseHe rarely offered the saddle, of course To own your saddle was not cheapit was something you were going to...
Cowboys were primarily young men who needed some quick doe Herding cattle caring for horses, and repairing fences as they go A Cowpokes is always ready to work the cattle drive. Helped establish frontier towns when they finally arrive Their Iconic lifestyles always glorified in Books Left out lonely, grueling work,...
My poetry reflects my love for the Cowboy era and the simple things of times long gone. Who does not love a Cowboy?Cowboys played an essential role in western civilization. Ranching was a big industry, and cowboys helped to run the ranches. They herded cattle, repaired fences, and took care of...
Once upon a rodeoCowboys on horsesPutting on a show whooping and holleringLittle calves rope collaring The cowboys’ lassohangs in the airAs an Unsuspecting calfgrazes near Rodeo riders and the life they desireNo cowgirl can control that fire Every rodeo fills a particular needTrue cowboys seem to have to feed Find a...
Bullfrogs Serenade I heard the voice of a bullfrogas I approached, he jumped on a log a funny, deep tuba soundwater amplified his croak all-around a lazy day in JuneI enjoyed my tuba tune bullfrog’s singing on a sunny afternoonI hate for them to leave so soon I watch them as...
I will take butterflies and flowersOver mansions and high towers Open fields where wildflowers growA tiny little garden I can hoe The sounds of the songbirdsTree frogs croaking heard Blue skies that appear endlessThe Honeysuckle smell tickles my senses The noises around me only sedateUnlike man’s on my nerves, grate Find...
The treetops are alive with singing up highThe Gathering Blackbird’s readying to fly The branches shake rapidly aboutHeavy with blackbirds in sync, a shout They are singing in unison nowSome scatter a shadow; oh wow Flapping wings quickly flowPutting on a grand Ariel show You can tell when predators aboutIt’s perfectly...
