Cowboy Spring Poems | Cowboy Poems About Spring
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Summer breeze murmurs
suddently rushes to flowers
In harvested farm
I hear a dove calling
It makes me recall my feeling
Ooh! on this sunny day
"I'm lonely ", I say
Not knowing where to go
Still thinking what to do
Among the kisses of summer breeze
Keep wiping out sweat from my face
Copyright © Mung Danlahpai
Another log onto the fire
as they say a prayer
for spring to come.
A warm breeze
coming down the prairie
making the winter
The snow flows softly
down the brook making all things glow
Animals getting frisky
as a new season arrives.
Trees showing life
after days of ice.
The prairie comes alive
with animals moving to and fro
in the new array
as new wild flowers emerge.
Children all a play
as mom and dad celebrate
the seasons change .
Birds can be heard
looking for a mate
fluttering from tree to tree.
There's a hustle
around the home
as the chores
Grain to come
and then to be sold.
A garden to sow
and eggs to sell
as freely live
day to day.
Copyright © Michael Byte
Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist
Copyright © Angela Wilson
Ah, spring is in the air. The time when Mother Nature renews herself.
The loving arms of the sun and the tears of the clouds bring forth the little green
shoots of promise. The little animals have preformed their dances of renewal
and their species is ensured. Ranching on the Rosebud Reservation of S. D. we
had a cow calf operation. Our springs were in tune with nature and not only did
we calve in the spring but we also had a fall calving group. We ran about four
hundred cows and since we were basically a one man operation there were
times my poor husband had to yield and allow me to help.
Copyright © Marycile Beer
Oh, the springs run to the rivers
And the redbuds paint the banks,
As the dogwoods burst to bloomin’
And the cowboys all give thanks.
They’ll be dustin’ off their saddles,
Checkin’ cinches and their string,
When that range all starts to greenin’
And they know that it’s new spring.
That black coffee now tastes better,
Boiled out on the open flames
As they round up their remudas
And give horses their new names.
Their boots are all clean and shiny
And the tack is soaped and fixed—
They even done their spring bathin’
In the pond and in the cricks.
Them cowboys and cows are anxious
For what a season will bring,
As they gather and head on out
In God’s glory of new spring.
Copyright © Glen Enloe
The subject was dropped, but when Billy went out on the next run I
was with him. And sure enough, there was number thirty-nine proudly showing
off her precious little boy. Billy just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.
Oh how I love spring! The renewal of life and memories.
Copyright © Marycile Beer
Since the spring saw us calving out fifty or more first time heifers it
was a lot more important to have help from a night herder. Well I fit that bill. Billy
had all the daily work and to give him a nights sleep (except for emergencies) I
became Dr. # two. Since I wasn’t very busy, we only had four young ones, I didn’t
need to worry about missing any sleep, I could make it up during the daytime
when I wasn’t busy. Did I mention our four little ones? During these years I can
only remember one time I had to wake him for assistance.
The fall was less hectic because the feeding had not begun. There
were years Billy helped the neighbors with harvest chores and it was up to me to
watch the springers. I had graduated to taxi driver by then, for our school kids, so
stepping in during times when Billy was off working for the neighbors wasn’t any
problem. This one year I was on duty again. I had made the rounds about five-
thirty and was busy finishing meal preparations when Billy got home. I asked if
he had checked the cows. He said he had. I asked if number thirty-nine had her
calf yet. “ She’s not ready yet,” was his reply. “Yes she is,” I insisted. “No she
isn’t. What makes you think she is ready?” he asked. “You can just tell by
looking at her,” I came back. “Number seventy-two is closer than thirty-nine,” he
stated. “I don’t know what you are seeing,” he grumbled as he drank his
tea. “You can tell just by the look in her eye. She’s ready to have her calf. It‘s
clear to see you never had a baby.” “Mom I thought you knew by now, you are
looking at the wrong end,” he said as I set supper on the table and the kids came
from all directions. “She looked at me the same way I looked at all the nurses
and Dr. when I was waiting for ours to be born. Get this thing out of here!”
Copyright © Marycile Beer