Best Cowboy Westernhorse Poems
My sister had a small horse that no one else could ride
and anyone who mounted him soon had a skinned up hide.
It was haying time and Daddy took on some extra hands.
With brawn, brains didn’t matter much. A rancher understands.
One new hand started boasting of broncos he had ridden.
Bragging around my brothers should have been a thing forbidden.
It didn’t take them long to brand that young cowpoke a phony.
They hatched a plan to get him on my sister’s half-broke pony.
If a man bragged of his horse savvy, he’d better know his beans.
They’d all been breaking broncos since before they hit their teens.
That evening when Sis brought the cows, Buster was so mellow
my brothers knew it was the time to trick that boasting fellow.
They asked their prey if he would like to ride the little horse.
The horse was acting gentle so he took the bait of course.
My sis got off and he got on, or such was his intention.
Buster remembered all the tricks those lads forgot to mention.
He gave one buck and that cowpoke was hanging from his mane.
He almost had him shaken off when he came down again.
Then Buster noticed the barn door was opened just a skin.
He was wider than the opening but still he wanted in.
He made a mad dash forward, just a-heading for that crack.
He made it through, the buckaroo was skinned right off his back.
The fellow was a sorry sight a-lying in that muck.
He must have thought the world was done or a bolt of lightning struck.
Those rascals stood there laughing at the gent so mortified
then feeling sorry complimented him for his fine ride.
The moral of this story you don’t rate a horse by size
and misjudging one like Buster could get you a big surprise.
For Carol's "A Horse Story" contest Won 3rd
rodeos and one night stands
whiskey drinkin' and heart breakin'
every girls knight in shining armor
horse ridin' and cattle herdin'
hat tippin' and boot scootin'
you'll never learn your lesson . . .
in this one horse town .
In his cowboy outfit, young Danny was eloquently clad.
He'd never been throwed from his rockin' horse as a tad!
He aspired to be a cowboy and eventually got his chance,
But soon learned that cowboyin' wasn't all fun and romance!
The first thing he had to do was learn to ride a horse,
And then hire on as a ranch hand in due course.
With rockin' horse experience, he thought it a simple tour de force,
But he took many a bone rattlin' spill due to gravitational force!
He throwed the saddle on the horse and cinched it down too tight!
The horse would have none of that and unseated Dan with all his might!
His head was reelin' as he landed in a not too convenient cactus patch!
Extractin' thorns from his stern he mused, "Have I met my match?"
The horse, named Killer, glared at Dan with fire in his eyes!
He managed to climb aboard again - Boys, was he in for a surprise!
Again, that old bronc turned belly high landin' on all four feet.
Danny sprawlin' in the dust was ready to admit defeat!
Old-time cowpokes smokin' roll-yer-owns, hangin' around the corral,
Urged him on a-yellin', "Hang on greenhorn! Yippee Yo! Ride 'im pal!"
Dan lying in a heap of manure looked up and said, "Boys, he beat me good!
I reckon I'd better look around and find myself another livelihood!"
Roped my new horse and saddled him up
Put on his bridle and stepped into the stirrup
When my butt hit the saddle he started to buck
He was trying his best to get me unstuck
There was steam from his nostrils
He started spinning in circles
There was fire in his eyes
When his back started to rise
with a twist and a turn he had me defeated
I grabbed for the horn and tried to stay mounted
He changed his direction and bucked extra high
The big devil had gotten his wish and I started to fly
Up through a cloud and into a tree
I know now why this big horse was free
By Mike Francis
A Cowboy is.
Out on the stock route 10 mile days
Keep those cattle moving
He hopes there’s grass and water, prays
His seat he won’t be losing……..watch them yang yang horses
The cattle settle down at night
Bout midnight up they jump in fright
Camp is damaged, swags alight
You wonder why he’s boosing….drive you to drinking
You follow the tracks dodge a brown snake
Old horse does sidestep Blue
Grab for saddle monkey Jack does make
Then gets off the ground quick, too
Takes all day to find the mob
And a few strays on their own
The stock route has fences Bob
But numbers are right, I own
So we bring em to the rail head
And put em in a yard
And head for the nearest pub, Fred
Drink a few pints of fourex at the bar.
Don Johnson….Australia
Sea snake is most venomous then comes ol coffin head Taipan
who lives in Queensland Australia
2nd most poisonous on the planet im told, then comes Brownie 3rd
i've killed a dozen in my time in the Aussie bush, we have a short fellow called the death adder he will kill you too if you step on him.
Brownie is 10 times worse than a Cobra. So it gets the adrenaline pumping
if you fall of your horse near a brown snake
regards mate
Don
Stepping along in a four beat gait
My Big sorrel walking horse sure is great
Her back is so smooth as she glides up the road
I'm so proud of my Mare that I could explode
Few horses in this world can match her long stride
That's one of the reasons that I ride her with pride
She's awesome to look at with good manners to boot
Penny's a wonderful horse and I find her quite cute
If you have seen us together I'm sure you could see
Why this long legged walker was born just for me
By Mike Francis
They ride the range with horse and gun
Their backs are bent, their heads held low;
Their faces burnished from the sun,
They travel with wild winds that blow.
They go so fast with rope lasso,
To catch a cow that lopes alone;
They search the sky and kiss the dew,
The great wide earth they call their home.
Around a campfire they all feast,
On beans and bread they share;
With stories to tell more than the least,
They make their camp just anywhere.
Throughout the night they tell their tales,
Of hopes and memories from back home;
They pitch their tent among the vales,
To rest their heads so sleep will come.
Man with horse cannot be tamed.
They do not follow the host of rules;
The lives they live cannot be framed,
For they scorn the life of quiet fools.