In honor of the above, seeings how it's Poets day and all, I'm gonna share some Cowboy Poems :
"Cowboy Bill"
He told a good story
And all us kids listened
'bout his life on the border
And the way it was then
And we all believed
And when he would finish
We'd ask the old cowboy
To tell 'em again
You could almost hear
Those prairie winds blowing
His saddle a creakin'
'neath his old faded jeans
You could taste the dry dust
From the trail he was ridin'
As he sat there and painted
Those west texas scenes
And the grown-ups would tell us
You boys keep yer distance
That old man's just telling you lies
But to all of us kids
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas sky.
He told of a time
When he rode with the rangers
Down on the pecos
And he saved the day
Outnumbered by plenty
They were almost to cover
With 30 banditos
Headed their way
He looked back just in time
To see a horse stumble
The captain went down
And Bill pulled up on his reigns
Through a flurry of bullets
He rescued the captain
They rode for the sunset
Just the story remains
And the grown-ups would tell us
You boys keep yer distance
That old man's just telling you lies
But to all of us kids
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas sky.
Well I still remember
The day that it happened
We waited and we waited
But Bill never showed
The folks at the feed store
Said they hadn't seen him
So we set out for his place
Down on old grist mill road
And we cried when we found him
Lying there with his memories
The old trunk wide open
Things scattered about
He was clutching a badge
That said Texas Rangers
And an old yeller letter
Said "Texas is Proud"
And the grown-ups that told us
You boys keep yer distance
That old man's just telling you lies
Now... they're all saying
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas sky.
Wild and Western
An outlaw, a rebel, born a decade late...
challenged by adventure, always tempting fate..
An appetite for danger, so hard to understand...
His NEED to walk the edge everytime he can.
I see him in another life, wanted by The Law...
A ladies man, a good cowhand, real quick on the draw...
Today theres no six shooter, his challenger is no man..
He tempts his fate with a nod for the gate, bullrope in his hand.
Sittin in the middle, chest out, lookin fine
He gets his dose of danger "8" seconds at a time.
Never a dull moment, life with a roughstock man...
I truly do believe in him, support him all I can...
I've no desire to change him and his desperado ways,
His queen of hearts from the start, a love I'll not betray!!
© Donna Bartholomew
Juanita
Drear are the prairies; the ranges are silent;
Mournfully whispers each soft, passing breeze;
Down in the canyon and eddying murmur
Echoes the sigh through the giant pine trees.
Lone are the trails on the brown, dusty mesa,
Up where the gems of the star-world peep through;
Sadly the night-bird is plaintively calling --
'Nita, Juanita, I'm longing for you!
Out where the herds dot the range in the Springtime;
Out where the flowers you loved nod and sway,
Memory brings me a vision of sadness,
Brings me a dream of a once-happy day.
Over the trails you are riding beside me,
Under the canopied heavens of blue;
Smiling the love that your lips have repeated --
'Nita, Juanita, I'm longing for you!When steals the night with its grim, dusky shadows,
As 'round the herd I am jogging along,
Your gentle face seem to lighten the darkness,
Each vagrant breeze seems to whisper a song;
Whispers a melody sweetly entrancing,
Telling me, dear, of your love ever true;
Whispers and echo which sets my heart dancing --
'Nita, Juanita, I'm longing for you!by E. A. Brininstool from Trail Dust of a Maverick, 1914
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