Best Pinto Poems

Twas the night before Christmas and all were in need
    as we waited for Santa who had promised us Weed.
Our parents were...

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On a grassy knoll silhouetted against the rising sun,
Astride his pinto pony sits a Native American son.
A majestic bronzed brave, feathers wafting in the breeze,
Arms...

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CAR   COURT


Enter,   the older   heavyweight  steel  giant,
The bailiff,  a   1954 Hudson,  reads unhesitant...

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Colorado Cowboy Saga

Grandad became a cowboy,
 Though born in the mountains of Tennessee,
His family moved to Colorado –
 Just when he turned three;
Fleeing from the...

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Standing in the ankle high emerald green grass of my 
great-aunts property barefoot, hearing the creak of wood
on steel.
My daughter and husband are in the...

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   On the back of her pony
     the universe lay
   comets and starbursts above
   ...

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I do not want to eat rice and beans any more
I want a new meal
I'm ready to throw this pot out the door
I'm sure I've...

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Boston Baked Beans
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He pulls his hat down low against the chill of the storm,
The numb fingers that hold the reins forgot what it was like to be...

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I was renowned as Chief Buffalo Chips, a great leader of many tribes.
I was given that pathetic name by my father resulting in a heap...

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This tanned wee white child of Welsh-English
With a bit of American Indian flowing 
like a creek running through the meadow;
p-h-y-s-i-o-l-o-g-y spelled out loud
Daddy was proud...

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Murphy wished for a Prince who rode a White horse...
               So...

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Molly’s Country Kitchen

~Polk stalks sliced, rolled in flour fried
   Refried Pinto beans
   Fresh Polk leaves rolled in eggs fried
  ...

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Indian woman
from the territories long ago
you no longer walk Mother Earth
Did the wind whisk you away?

I feel your spirit rising up in me
my Chickasaw blood...

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THE COYOTEE SONG
I'm just a poor lonesome cowboy.
Ridin' my pinto, out on the prairie.
I'm Roundin' up these longhorn, all day long,
Me and my pinto, and...

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