Best Ranch Poems

If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It 
may not have seemed like it at the time but Pancho (Uncle Frank) would put it to you, an’ it 
was for you to decide to do it,...

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DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horseshoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending...

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Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?

So you a prophet poet, regular Marley meets Dylan
Writin’ about oppression and unjust killin’
Shootin' the Sheriff with...

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nitrogen rich dung
loose green cow patties flung….
sprouts tender and young...

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OK, maybe he is right. Maybe a cowboy he's not. He is a mechanic, a 
pediatrician, an obstetrician, a veterinary, a plumber (wells), a house keeper 
(stalls), a blacksmith, a dietician, a truck driver, a farmer (crops), a carpenter 
(corrals and maternity wards), a construction...

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She arrived from the big city
wearing a red ten-gallon hat,
and a denim stone-washed outfit
which topped off her shiny new 
cowboy boots that were designed
by Tucson Sue.

This dude ranch cowgirl had a secret,
she never rode a horse in her life,
she knew it was time to learn...

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Upon the flushing milieu of twilight,
     Vague shadows of the ranch hands brook.

 A proud slow march on hackneyed legs,
     In the slow emergence of autumn’s dusk.

Today’s sullied labor grimes the worn denim chaps,
   ...

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Imagine hills where 
landscapes slide into 
heavens
Dews and hues 
romancing its ranches
A decor of devil's bow in 
soft tone
A cascade of bays 
blending
A steaming geothermal 
spa amid black lava fields
Thawing snow tumbling
Glitzy huts emerging from 
riviera
Echoes of villagers 
sparkling the harmony of 
the wind
Howdy tourists...

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I have a name for my husband. One that can be repeated.  I call him cowboy. But 
he tells me I am wrong. He never redeoed, nor a Saturday night cowboy was he. 
And he was way to young for the cattle drives of...

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There is an old ranch outside of El Paso in New Mexico
No windmills, not a drop of water, sits on the Mexican border
No horses or cattle, not a cowboy does it employ
Used to be a working cattle ranch, but that was long ago
Now a lot...

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The barnyard was a twitter.
“She is walking pigeon-toed!”
“You should see it.”
“She thinks she is all that!”

I am dragged out to see.
After listening to them cackle like only hens can do.
There are sixty-six hundred chickens out here
Clucking around.

They are all walking around pigeon-toed.
Haughty with their snobby...

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At the base of the Armor Mountains

there's a place I love-

There-all that is

passes through my heart-

what I've been-what I am

and what sustains me-

There the land caress me

with its thousand kiss's-

There the rains sculpted the river-

usable earth rose from the abyss and

was transformed to fields and...

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Now back to the question of being a cowboy. I think I’ll try another way.  I’ll 
compare the job I do to his. Doesn’t that sound like a laugh? I cook for the family, 
hired hands, branding and shipping and various cattle work too....

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When that alarm clock goes off 'fore dawn's crack
And you pull your achin' bones from the sack--
Then you start havin' you some real doubt,
If this way of livin's what life's about.

So you eat cold bread and drink lukewarm joe--
Look out the window at three feet...

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Driving a country road quite casually,
A veterinarian never expected to see
A chicken ranch, lush and serene; 
But instead of two legs, 
All the chickens had three.

When he saw the gate,
He had no will of his own;
After all, in the realm of science,
Chickens with three legs
Were...

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