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Cowboy Spring Poems | Cowboy Poems About Spring

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Details | Rhyme |

Western Skies Of Spring

We have waited long and now momentarily pause
to lose ourselves in the Western skies of spring;
our mellow looks follow them until dusky evening...
ask the awe-captured painter how they seduce! 

Even the big mountains in the background seem blue,
below them discover lovely bluebells that surely ensue
beauty by waving in prairies dotted with yellow daisies;
spend an afternoon in contemplating the red canyons!

And resting beneath the motionless clouds, be dazzled
by radiance: deep moments of awareness can stupefy;
go back in time by imagining the same California sky  
that the old explorers saw heading West to seek gold.

Walk farther towards the blue lake, wide and clear,
it steals indigo from the above sky to look pretty;
the cactus in full bloom proclaim the desert's glory
once seen by young, wild cowboys who chased deer.  

Written on 3/36/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cowboy |

Summer Breeze

Summer Breeze

Summer breeze murmurs
suddently rushes to flowers
Scorching sun
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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |

Frontier Spring

Another log onto the fire
as they say a prayer
for spring to come.
A warm breeze 
coming down the prairie 
making the winter
snow disappear.
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
and bustle 
around the home
as the chores 
get done.
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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The art Of Spring

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 | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |

Cowboy Winds

COWBOY WINDS Stinging pink cheeks neath winter wool, The cowboy winds begin to blow, Dusters rolling tumble weeds, Scattering about the hollyhock seeds. Whistling, the leader puff drags his crew, Of dust devils, sands from last year’s blew, Children’s legs chaff amid the smiles, For all know in a little while, There will be the storms of overkill, Rolling over all yonder hills, And hardy zinnias and castor beans, Will color the west ‘neath returning wings. Then when it settles maybe in May, And the colts and turtles dance and play, Serene blue and orange skies will show, Curls of where cowboy winds did blow.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

Spring Part 1 Prose Poetry


	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 | Year Posted 2007

Details | Cowboy |

Spring Part 3 Prose Poetry

	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 | Year Posted 2007

Details | Cowboy |

New Spring

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 | Year Posted 2006

Details | Cowboy |

Spring Part 2

	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 | Year Posted 2007