Best Ranchers Poems

William Bonny AKA Billy The Kid
A Tale Of Billy The Kid
By Robert Gorelick

“Quien esta?”

Bang!  It’s over, 
you’re a legend now, 
Billy.

Born in Hell’s Kitchen in
ramshackle consumptive squalor,
New York’s crammed gang infected
rat-infested shacks 
and alleys.

Amid the iniquitous stench
of rot and the soul’s decay,
in a nation...

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Though Santa never responded to pleas
There was just one gift on my list each year
A horse that could run at the speed of light
A bold little gal; I never had fear

With two high school friends I visited a ranch
To ride in 103-degree heat
Through the bramble...

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I am Andy; I love candy. I sell candy too.
Come and see the many candies that I have for you.

You can buy some chocolate in boxes or in bars.
Snickers is the very best. Here is one from Mars!
You can buy a Baby Ruth or a...

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heartbeat of the American dream
early settlers escaped tyranny
rode West, used squatters’ rights
claimed land and turned to ranching
nights ‘neath stars and grub by campfires
from nearby hills wolves howling
driving cattle across wide prairies
boomtowns erected when gold was found
ghost towns remain as a symbol of lost wealth
cowboys saw...

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Beware of the dingo and watch out for your goat,
he hates our current leader, but is unable to vote.
He’s been doing hard time for relations with a horse,
he finally escaped but then he was caught, of course.

Back to Yuma he will go in a red...

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                 On the first day of yuletide my dear presented me

                  ...

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https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_funny_thing_happened_on_the_way_to_my_hanging_1038053

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_funny_thing_happened_on_the_way_to_my_hanging_-part_deux_1078413


( For Caren Krutsinger)




The long arm of the law reaches far and wide
If you've done wrong you've no place to hide
Didn't bother my brother, he was quick on the draw 
But I'm his law abiding twin, he's an outlaw. 

A ranchers life in Brazil for...

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I come from the borough of Queens, New York
My classmates call me a Klutz and a dork
Those names pervaded my soul, taking a toll
Being at the bottom of the totem pole.

Then Dad took me to the town of Tortilla Flat
I walked into a store, bought...

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Thank you, God, for everything,
especially, giving life to me,
and thank you for these thoughts of mine
the hills I climb, and dreams.

Thank you for the sky and stars, 
planets, asteroids, and moons,
the air we breathe, two eyes to see,
and rose gardens in full bloom.

With butterflies and...

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(Inspired by Carl Jung and his psychological theories)



We, the humans pull words from physical reminders
as a farmer harvest crops
and as ranchers recognize the animals.
See how children make friends with their toys
and often have imaginary experiences.
They believe for a time, a real and living to them
that...

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Out here in "Colo-rah-dee"
It's dry as dry can be
Dustbowls do get rowdy
As far as you can see

Ranchers cook upon the fire
Some coffee and some beans,
There something to admire
Have been many movie themes

Buffalo Bill did travel here
Many years ago
Drive up to see, have no fear
There's lots...

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The wolf is the ancestor of domesticated dog.
(Did you think we found our pets in prehistoric catalogue?)
That fact should be enough to make us tolerate the wolf
And to forgive his killing everything with a horn or hoof.

They keep eco-system in check by taking share of...

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The old country vet traversed Henry County over hill and dell.

He was a familiar sight in his buggy pulled by his horse, old Nelly Bell!

He served farmers and ranchers for nigh on two generations,

Deliverin' calves, foals and lambs and performin' tricky operations.

He left the comfort...

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The Fox:

1.  the blare of the horn
     snooty hooves of  fire red coats...
     panting for my life

2.  briar rabbit ears
     twisting in my angry grip...
     more...

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we were children then
you were the youngest of three
how could he take you
without taking me

i sheltered you
when you were small
and picked you up
if you should fall

i helped to teach you
right from wrong
somehow you seemed
to get along

a ranchers life
we children shared
up in the saddle
you and i...

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