The trail was thick with bities and the billabong was high
me mates were all a yabbering 'bout the price of meat
The cavvy horses trotted right on course, nothing seemed awry
the jiger boss yelled "Buckeroos! git that stray dogie to teat!"
Old Bluey barks to say G'Day as he helps the boys to muster
all the new calves to the bank, away from the duffers.
A camp fire smokes and Cookie clucks wrapped up in his duster
as Hoodlum sits a peeling spuds dreaming of his mother.
The suns gone down like a gob smacked floozie behind the range.
At last, it seems, we're ending another dusty day.
The night hawks giddyuped, there are bedrolls amongst the sage,
yet were' not within a cooee of the end of an Aussie's play.
Categories:
bedrolls, adventure, boy,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Cowboys herdin’ cattle cross dusty trails
Sandy hooves paint ground fog in their wake
Shuffling along swattin’ flies off molty hides
Riders amble aside keeping eye on their stake
Chuck wagon camps, setting up by a creek
Beans and pan bread cookin’ over hot stones
Coffee’s meandering aroma penetrates the air
Greeting men carrying saddles over tired bones
Ranch hands scout the waters nearby
Look to the sky to judge the night
Storms a comin’ as night encroaches
Coyotes restless, cries rent last light
Cattle dogs alert to changes
Nip the heels of stragglin’ calves
Cowhand slaps his rope while coaxing
Blistered hands and lips in need of salves
Cowhands sing to calm their charges
Bedrolls gathered near the fire
Dreaming of a trail once taken
And of their loves as they retire
Categories:
bedrolls, animals, cowboy-western, friendship, life,
Form: Free verse
The perils they continue
As the lightening claimed the sun
"I's gots ta watch tha leader
Un hope her don't decides ta run"
"Gabe youse gits tha boys un tow
Case all hell coulds breaks oot"
Said Samuel as he started for his mount
Rope in hand he crawled aboard his eyes upon the cow
Another danger passed they traveled on
The days were getting shorter as the season changed
The grass was beginning to pale
But the cattle still managed to get their fill
They had just crossed the Platt River
And the ground began to move
Grasshoppers by the millions
As far as they could see.
The ground was totally naked
Not a spear of grass was found
And this was where they planned to camp
It was to late to travel on
Cookie banged the pots and pans
Trying to cook bug free
While the cowboys tried to clear the land
Thus their bedrolls to put down"
The cattle stomped
And pawed the ground
They weren't to anxious
Tonight to bed down
Categories:
bedrolls, adventure
Form: Verse