Best Broncs Poems

Born in 1921, somewhere in Wyoming, born to ride wild stock
Started at sixteen, hung up his spurs at 53
Thirty Seven years  of riding broncs...

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THE RIDE

I got a horse named Sam, a dog named Joe, 
and my old Chevy truck.
In the front of my trailer is my saddle and...

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Best Ever Saw



I’m gonna tell you a story,
Of the saltiest preacher I know.
The kinda man to charge hell, 
With a hand full of snow.


Now I...

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It was bucking bulls and cowboy busting broncos
And the challenge that accompanied each ride
That consumed the heart and mind of my young cowboy
And this fact...

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Riding the quarter slot pony
at Woolworth’s five & dime
Would send this half pint cowgirl
back to another time

I was Calamity Jane riding hell bent
to bring the...

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I dress the way I do on stage
To transport you to another age
Where wild women of the west
Proved they stood among the best
They rode boot...

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In a hallowed grandstand,
I do quietly sit,
high above the noise
and ruckus of the pit.
Staring out upon 
a curving, long race-track,
as thoroughbreds set off
running races back-to-back.
Around...

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Gather ‘round younguns, there is a story to be told
About some renegade cowgirls & their ride for the gold
They made it look so easy, feathers,...

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We stopped fer a bite at the Gooseberry Patch, I reckon it wuz a week er so ago.
I wuz slurpin' my usual bowl uv chili...

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Watching NFL on Sunday
Flying the Rebel flag every day
Playing poker every night
Wow, Life is great

Yelling "Git-R-Done"
Mud-slinging in our big trucks
Listening to the crowd
Watching the broncs...

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I’ve been known to buck a bale or two in my day
And I’ve loved a gal or a few and rode away.

I’ve dug up taters...

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This here’s the favorite story that my dad would always tell,
‘Bout July 9, of 1910…in a dusty old corral,

Where he and Lefty Griswald, on a...

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If sixty years before in my place of birth
had I been living in that Texas town Fort Worth.
With long horn steers moving to and fro
what...

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Jimmie’s dad was bent and wise, a man that life had rode by—
But Jim still recalled his words when he would laugh and half cry:
“Life’s...

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Rodeo Roy was a buckaroo boy,
A buckaroo boy was he—
Bulls and horses determined his courses—
They say he was only three!

Rodeo Roy never found his true...

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