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Dream Cowboy Poems | Cowboy Poems About Dream

These Dream Cowboy poems are examples of Cowboy poems about Dream. These are the best examples of Dream Cowboy poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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A cowboys tears


           
         A COWBOYS TEARS.     


   A cowboys hat is worn with pride his buckle with pride. 
   Took a big wall of blood sweat an pain to get this far
    Pain from a broken ride long forgotten but fresh in his mind
     And the tears he cries for the one he left behind
     The lonely road he travels alone chasing the dream and competing to be rodeos number one.
   
   Rodeos of glory an hardship were tuff is the only way
    Friends an fans respecting god an asking for safety
    When he prays for the ride he makes tonight it could
    Make or break him it's all on the line dreams as a child
     Of being a cowboy all rest on his shoulders .

  His spirt thrives for the rush of the ride never willing to stop
   Wanting to go to the finals an see his name on top hang on 
   Tight an make the ride cowboy up just like your hero lane frost.
       
           Sincerely Tim kegley


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If You Live By The Gun

If you live by the gun
You will die by the gun
This is the code of the west
For one day a young man he will come
And put you to the final test.

The fastest gun doesn't always win
For proof of this just ask poor little Jim
He went up against big John McLean
Big John drew slower but he had the skill with aim.

If you live by the gun
You will die by the gun
This is the code of the west
For one day a young man he will come
And put you to the final test.

Big John had aged a year or two
When in Landsburg he stopped just for to do
To do that which was life to him
To make another's man's eyes grow dim.

If you live by the gun 
You will die by the gun
This is the code of the west
For one day a young man he will come
And put you to the final test

Up the main street big John did stride
People ran before him for to hide
Then he saw the man that he sought
A stinking little runt named John McCort.

A horse and rider then came down the street
The rider was a man named Frank Lafete
He stopped his horse by the side of McCort
Frank faced big John the man who he had sought.

If you live by the gun
You will die by the gun
This is the code of the west
For one day a young man he will come
And put you to the final test.

McCort he walked off to the side
Two titans faced each other, know where to hide
Seconds ticked away as they faced each other
Angel's of Death, one brother would kill a brother

No signal given two shots ring out
People now come but none do shout
Both men are standing so perfectly still
Both stand so tall and erect until

One body falls face down onto the ground
The crowd are silent they make not a sound
And breaking the silence the blasting whistle of a train
And there lies the body of big John McLean.

And then from somewhere the yell of, "Cut."
Round the corner an older balding man does strut
"Now to end let's have the chorus of this movies song"
"Which has been played through our final scenes all day long."

"If you live by the gun
You will die by the gun
This is the code of the west
For one day a young man he will come
And put you to the final test."

"Well, do you live by the gun."
"The name's Frank Lafete, It's possible you've heard of me."


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An Angel in My Dreams

I see you standing in the moonlight 
Across the prairie fields 
A stetson pulled down o'er your eyes 
A thoroughbred at your heels 

A shadow cast upon the ground 
Your silhouette I see 
Standing tall, alert and sure 
You seem to watch for me

I stand in wait, you tip your hat
And into the saddle slide 
As you close the distance in between 
A tear wells in my eye 

You've rode through streams and flatlands 
Crossed o'er the mountains steep 
You kept your word and came for me 
My heart is yours to keep 

We ride off into the moonlight 
Too perfect though, it seems 
It's then I wake and realize 
You're just an angel in my dreams


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Horse Dream



All my life, from day one it seems,
owning a horse has consumed my dreams.
I was intrigued with horses right from the start 
and the four-hoofed critters captured my heart.

I would wear a little western hat of felt 
and two cap pistols on my plastic gun belt.
Then I’d straddle a stick from our pile of wood 
and ride that “horse” around the neighborhood.

Later on, when I was a grade school tyke,
I’d visualize a horse when I rode my bike.
I’d pretend I was taking a horseback ride 
as I pedaled across the desert countryside.

This dream didn’t stop even in high school,
for I was still a horse-loving fool.
I lived in town and hung out with the cool gang 
but the car I drove was a Ford Mustang.

For years I labored in the city grind, 
but horses always lingered in the back of my mind.
Finally I decided to pursue my own course 
and went out and bought myself a real live horse.

I kept my equine dream alive 
and my one little horse soon became five.
It’s incredible how much money I spend 
but I don’t want my horse dream to ever end.


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A Cowboy Remembers 9/11

Two proud peaks rise up from the range,
Like a dream we all have of heaven—
They soar above white clouds and sky—
A remembrance of 9/11. 

New York’s a far piece to ride to,
But folks all know what happened that day—
When those twin towers both came down
And there wasn’t much left then to say.

There’s always some that mean you harm,
Out on the range or down by the creek—
And there’s a time to take a stand
And not to just turn the other cheek.

There are those that only want talk—
And those that say we should cut and run—
But that ain’t my America—
Americans always get things done!

A strong purple haze is rising
From the plains and cities of the earth—
It’s called American spirit—
It now reclaims the rights of our birth.  

Two proud peaks rise up from the range,
Like a dream we all have of heaven—
They soar above white clouds and sky—
A remembrance of 9/11.