Cowboy Dog Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
I sit upon the sun-room wall
The man I was painted for has gone
Parted this life, now is pain free
Left 4 daughters who miss him so

His love for cowboys was well known
In charity shops the shelves would scour
For books and movies to be shown
Would watch and watch by the hour

His second love was Bruce Lee
Those movies he loved to see
Then there was rugby at the ref did shout
From his chair because he couldn’t go out

But so proud to be Welsh
On St David’s day would wear
 his Daffodil  with pride and
sing Cym Rhondda for all to hear

Now my 2 pictures look down and see
An old dog looking up at me
Am sure I saw the old dog wink
Nah it couldn’t, could it be he?

The Avatar is one of the above  mentioned painting I painted												

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013




Details | I do not know? |
No 8 second ride for these cowboys tonight
As they start in the morning, losing daylight
Their hats are now ties, tethering true
Not breathing in clean air as faces turn blue

Their motive, the green, but not of a pasture
Not men of free will, but now slaves to a master
When the bell rings, it’s chaos, not for a meal
It’s a dog eat dog city, with true faces concealed

They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys

Their fishing hole yonder’s now polluted with clutter
As their southern boy drawl’s replaced with a stutter
No chaps and no stirrups, no boots and no jeans
Their lives are now over, at the end of their means

The bull that they ride are the very stories they tell
From wall to wall bouncing, not sitting a spell
They are always in a hurry, no time for the rose
Not much of a cowboy or anything, I s’pose


They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
The air blows nicely through my Louisiana porch 
I could sit for hours and never check the time 
It’s perfect to watch the sun shine 
The cows are in the pasture, my dog is just a foot behind 
Rocking in this old chair takes me to a simple state of mind 

I don’t mind having company but don’t miss it if it ain't there 
You can challenge me to a game of poker if you dare 
Some call me a drunk 
Some call me mean 
But I say I'm somewhere in between 

My old bird dog is the only love I have ever known 
And there is no one sweeter than she
I call her Miss Gracie lea

My Louisiana porch is home to me 
I would not trade my simple life for fame or money 
For my view of the country is sweeter then honey

Copyright © lauren gift | Year Posted 2006




Details | Cowboy |
Today I buried ol' Travis,
a better dog you never seen,
intelligent, strong, an' good natured
with eyes that were wary and keen.

It hurt me to lay him to rest now,
an' I know I'm gonna shed tears,
but I can't fault God for the takin'
'cause I shared with that dog sixteen years.

I remember when I first saw Travis,
just a little fur ball at the time,
we both felt an instant connection,
an' I knew that cowdog would be mine.

I couldn't resist his free spirit,
golden eyes that were so fulla care,
nor could I forsee his devotion,
or all the good times we would share.

From the very first trip to our homestead,
my pickup he claimed as his own,
whenever that truck left our acres,
he was goin' wherever it roamed.  

As a watch dog there never was better,
no coyote would dare cross this land,
he'd be out there barkin' an' chasin',
an' run off the whole yippin' band.

An' when Mr. Cougar come callin',
ol' Travis would raise such a fuss,
he knew not to nab the mean bugger,
but would bark till it woke both of us.

Ranch hands have got an' ol' sayin'
'bout workin' as hard as a dog,
an' I can sure vouch for ol' Travis,
he could herd cattle even in fog.

His muzzle was startin' to turn gray,
an' he had quite a limp t'ward the end,
but whenever I'd head out to do chores,
I could count on some help from my friend.

Now, I ain't alone in my grievin',
the wife took Trav's death pretty hard,
he was also her life long companion,
an' would follow her out in the yard.

I know that we're both gonna miss him,
this place'll seem empty an bare,
I'll miss fillin' his bowl in the kitchen,
an' him sleepin' right next to my chair.

My throat's just plum' fulla the achin',
an' I'll bust out in tears anytime,
but I ain't ashamed a my feelin's,
'cause most dogs, well, they ain't worth a dime.

But Travis was just somethin' special,
best cowdog I ever did see,
an' wherever God sends dogs when passin',
that's the place where I wanna be.

Copyright © Tamara Hillman | Year Posted 2005

Details | Cowboy |
One eye was brown, the other blue,
Australian Shepard his breed-
a workin' dog with one heck of a nip
to the heels a cattle an' steed.

Just a little fur ball when I got him,
but I well remember the time,
he could out run 'n outsmart the lot,
an' make 'em all turn on a dime.

Those cold prairie nights, sleepin' under the stars,
that dog would warm my ol' bones,
I'd play my mouth-harp to settle the herd
while he sang in soft muffled tones.

Last winter there came a fierce blizzard,
we were caught in a mighty snowdrift.
Ol' Blue hunkered down, an' just held his ground,
saved us both from descendin' a cliff.

They talk about loyal in people,
an' I reckon there are quite a few,
but I trusted my life, even more than a wife,
to that mangy ol' dog name of Blue.
                             
His muzzle fin'lly was grayin',
an' his gate turned to limpin' 'n slow,
but no matter the job I was doin',
he'd follow wherever I'd go.

One mornin', I rose from my dreamin'
but Ol' Blue just didn't get up;
I saw in his bed that slumberin' head,
an' thought sure he resembled a pup.

Now, cryin' just ain't in my nature,
nor whinin' 'bout things I can't change,
but I gotta confess, my heart broke at best,
an' was sad 'n plenty deranged.

I laid him to rest on the prairie
for the coyotes to sing him a song,
'cause no dog was quite so deservin'
to live on this Earth for so long.

An' if there's a Heaven for doggies,
I'm sure that's where Blue is today-
waggin' his tail, an' just proud as hell
of the work that he done without pay. 

Copyright © Tamara Hillman | Year Posted 2005

Details | Lyric |
I'm sitting on my front porch stepp
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by 

Some even stop just to talk to me
Others drive by thinking I don't see
Some on the phone just like they're at home
All of them so scared to be alone

I'm sitting on my front porch step
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by 

If I had my way I'd just 
Make them smile
Just to make them happy each, and every mile
Just to make their journey seem, worth their while

I'm sitting on my front porch step
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by 
People driving by

Copyright © peter lewis | Year Posted 2008