A Cowboy poem is one that was written by cowboys and others associated with the cowboy life. After being on long cattle drives and living on ranches, the cowboys would sit around the campfire at night and tell stories about their adventures and what their work was like. It was these stories that depicted the Cowboy and what he went through in the Wild Wild West. These were daring, bold poems about what these cowboys went through on an every day basis and were told mostly in North America as their origin.
While many cowboys wrote these poems, there were also others who wrote Cowboy poetry. A well known Cowboy poem was "The Ride of Paul Venarez" by Eben E. Rexford, a 19th-Century freelance author. These Cowboy poems were contemporary in nature and derived from all of the hard work of a cowboy's life. A strong depiction of the way a cowboy truly lived formed the basis for this Cowboy poetry.
Compadre by Jim Fish
We’ve shared the trail, kicked up some dust,
An’ stood a storm or two.
We’ve rode the plains, the wide frontier,
The easy trails were few.
You’ve listened like some wise old sage
To ever thing I’ve said,
An’ as a friend, supported me,
No matter where it led.
I wished I coulda carried you,
The times you were in pain;
Or rustled up some kinda shed
To turn the blowin’ rain.
I’ve come up shy with some your needs,
You gave me more’n you got,
But in your silence, seemed to know,
I needed you a lot.
Compadre, friend, amigo, pard;
I called you all them things,
But there’s been times, I swear to God,
You musta had some wings,
An’ He sent you to care for me
Like no one had before.
If you’as a man an’ not a horse,
I couldn’t a-loved you more.
We gave this ranch our sweat an’ blood,
It’s yours as much as mine,
An’ raised our young’uns through the years,
An’ Lord they’re doin’ fine.
They’re blazin’ trails an’ raisin’ dust,
They’re off an’ runnin’ free.
We’ve taught ‘em well an’ made ‘em strong;
Compadre, you an’ me.
I always knew the day would come
When we would fine’ly ride,
To join the Maker’s round-up time,
Up on the Great Divide.
I sorta hoped we’d share the trail
But this was not to be,
So, you go on, we’ll ride again;
Compadre, you an’ me.