Best Bronco Poems
Bronco Don Johnson and Bally Watson...
Oh they speak of Bally Watson and the Dirran boys don't laugh...
Yet they tell in whispers how his ear was shot in half...
Old Bronco Don had shot him for everyone to see...
Witnesses could not be found though the coppers asked all three...
Bally he bolted, drove fast to get away...
For a bullet had his number, safer up old Mitchell way...
Yes it was in the fifties an old soldier got a win...
Don was locked up for the night for the drunken driving sin...
Don had been to Kokoda and the Middle East war too...
He was quick on the trigger mate and never missed, they knew....
A mob had come to bash him, back in nineteen forty five...
Dons down the stairs a shooting quick, they were glad to be alive...
7 years had come and gone, Bally appeared they say...
Sent word he wanted to see old Don out the Culgoa river way...
Mark John went as backup a rifle in his hand...
Mark did cover the drovers, shoot low was the command...
Bally got no permission was told to stay away...
Just bypass the town is what old Don did say...
So Bally is known throughout the west ...
the earmark worn by him...
The Sheriff really did his best ...
To make his ear hole ring...
When you get a car door slammed on your head ?..
Broken cheek bone!...
You might get tempted to shoot a man dead ...perhaps..... ..Don Johnson
Pickles met a woman in town who complained about him saying she needed a martingale to
keep her head down . (Horsemen and women will know a martingale has a connection to the
bridle to stop a horse jerking up its head sometimes possibly smacking the rider in the
nose. Also it looks better if the horse doesn't do a Giraffe impression .) So pickles
said no missus I said you would need 2 martingales to keep your head down, one just
wouldn't do the trick.
One of the Dirranbandi characters Jack Laughton was heard to utter with a grin , how
would you like that old bat to fart on your last cup of flour?
Many maidens have seen me rushing the gates of Paradise's pen,
I stomp and buck at all intruders of shallow flirt and short strident ride,
blue ribbons and sterling mouth bits interest me not,
no ordinary broad is going to braid my tail or crack my hide,
but only for you do I bang soft layered earth, chomp the fruit you convivially carry,
I'm a bona fide rodeo cheer and champion, the big ticket dangle,
they would pay high for the thump and pump of my dash and balls,
you I let service with original flavor, knees that were born to secure my ribs,
I like your saddle, firm oiled and supple, lets grip together off trails of tempered tourism,
love the way your voice tickles my plush fury ears,
I've got four horseshoes girl, ones gotta be lucky, lets leap and laugh,
escape the cattleman's dogs and outrun law & order,
touch and hug in brooks stiring sweet syrup,
have nipples hard like wine cork and thighs taut with tingle,
so get on babe, this Bronco is true to go, we're both gonna flow -
J.A.B.
Bronco Don visits….
A cancer took my father away,
The smokers curse he had to pay,
But he returns, we hear him still,
When he pulls my big toe,
With subtle skill,
As he did when I was little,
“Come on boy up you get,”
In dream we are horse riding yet,
Left handed holes in the Coolabahs set,
Where the Cubbie tribe got bird eggs,
The latch behind the door did flog,
It woke me up from sleep, agog,
I asked what is it mate
“ring your mother she is upset”
so I phoned little Nelly then,
she was tortured in her mind,
so we talked for an hour, when?
2 am the bloody time,
and back to sleep again,
just a sitting in my chair,
a tug on hand I felt it there,
the voice it came “come with me”
white ants, bubbled paint I did see,
in my purple room the termite tracks,
renovations for the slack?
not me,
The smell of smoke the uncoiled whip,
When he is around the ether slips,
Cecily took a photo of the wall,
A face appeared looking part of it all,
Like a painted mask it fits,
Bronco Don does visit,
As time and space recalls,
It…..
Don Johnson
yes the old veil slips between n betwixt,
where souls have cause to wonder,
old friends reach back ,
through soft veil cracks,
like Bronco Don down-under....
Bronco Don
My name’s Bronco Don ,
an I’m not passing on,
cos I’m busted.
I can’t ride me horse,
Me spurs look much worse,
Cos they’re rusted.
The Shielas can run,
but I can’t catch a one ,
Cos I’ve lusted.
Me stockwhip will sing,
Around any flaming thing,
I’ve mustered.
An I’m springing about,
An checking you out,
Till I’m rusted.
So bury me deep,
Away from the sheep,
Cos I’m not cutting the mustard.
Don Johnson
Cowboy Bronco Riding Bucking Jumping Horse
riding,
jumping,
bucking,
running,
Cowboy riding, jumping bronco;
Horse is running, bucking-Woo-oh!
2/1/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Well John was brand new to the Rockin’ Bar J
down in Missouri's where he'd spent his young days
His white cowboy hat with the fancy gold band
with fringe on his chaps and kid gloves on his hands
Had snake skin cowboy boots that shone like wet grass
smelled like a spring flower when’er he walked past
They said he was some nephew of the boss man
came out here to learn how to be a ranch hand
We geared up Devil, that horse hadn't been rid
and called over John and said "he's yours now kid"
John said he knew horses he'd used them to plow
but this one seemed a little meaner somehow
Well I eared that stallion while John held the reigns
put his foot in the stirrup and grabbed his mane
He pulled himself right up and sat on the throne
lasted ‘bout a second before he was thrown
Well they say no man's lived without facing fear
and no flower will grow when watered with tears
Instead of a crying and heading for home
John got right back up and remounted that roan
Now that horse went to whirling like all get out
John held fast to the horn and let out a shout
It was looking like that boy might win the day
when that horse spun and threw him to next Tuesday
Well John never turned into no cowboy hand
went back to Missouri and plowing the land
There's one thing we learned that we never did plan
how the clothes that you wear do not make the man
I'm ridin' on the range
And I'm lookin' really strange
Guess most folks I'd appall
Thru all the miles of pain
Thru the wind and thru the rain
Wearin' Pap's old chaps and that's all