Best Range Poems

"Rise an' shine you lazy cowpokes!  Time to saddle up yer hoss!
Time to move them moo-cows to summer range!" yelled th' trail boss!
"You've lolled around here all winter, now it's time to earn yer pay!
Jump in yer jeans, pull on them boots an' let's...

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Pink skies top off the dark mountain range
I wonder about wandering all the way there
Just to discover a few things, I’d like to know
Feel the freedom of my footsteps in the snow
As if the distance has the answers and…
Steps to take me closer will help...

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The rivers rise, released, unrestrained
Reborn of unrepentant rain
Recalling remnants of rimrock gained
Wrecked residences, drifting rafts, remain

Though dawn's rays reveal ruin and regret
Resolve ran through the returning vets
Of robust wars, whose rigors met
The rate the sliding roadblocks set

The ramparts raised, unrestricted
Remorse, redirected and evicted
Replacing rusty banks,...

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On  life's blaming ranges, of word exchanges 
One view I have, let in be known.'
That the guiltiest; throw the heavier stones.'...

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This is my dedication

I am legend, so just push the start
I will save your family, so just call me Noah's ark
A pause on time as they show gratitude to the craftsmanship
1970 they created me, randomly introduced companionship
I transported the elite, by the way I still...

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On The Range

You are an old cowboy now.
Your bronco riding and rodeo days are over. 
You now mostly drive a pick up truck or ATV instead of a riding a horse.
You drink you whiskey straight, and your cowboy style coffee black.
You don't smoke any more,...

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I need to write, to center myself.
To find that guidance that fails to come
when the pressure has built,
- overwhelmed.

Breathe, feel the peace 
and steady hum flow
up from the center of my feet
my legs, my womb, and gut.
The knot in my chest unwinds
down my arms and...

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Oh give me a home where there are no drones,
where the Democrats and Republicans play,
where seldom is heard a debate that isn't too absurd,
while they try to keep Wikileaks and e-mails at bay,

Home, home on the range,
where the Democrats and Republicans are basically clay,
where seldom...

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To hunt and fish is considered ruthless,
Deemed by some a blood sport of pure pleasure.
Arguments against are often toothless.
Necessity is not hard to measure.

Gathering has become nearly folklore.
Native plants found only in store bought oils.
Grocery mushrooms limited to four.
Diet of foods only that of tilled...

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Ridged peaks, rolling foothills
reach over our region,
rest under snow blankets,
recover from roiling,
raging summer wildfires.
Reeling smoke will only
return with a vengeance.



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Freed a dozen hens today
 For a week or so
 $2 (additional) the price of freedom
 On the supermarket shelves
 Even though I may pontentially
 Have stolen all their children...

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Oh, I wish that this old world
Was like the Roy Rogers’ range—
Where every boy and girl
Didn’t have to view folks strange.

It used to be safe outside—
All the children could go play—
But now they worry and hide
In their homes both night and day.

Seems there’s just too...

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A nine year-old girl and an Uzi,
When combined in a singular breath,
Is a set-up for certain disaster,
Which in this case, resulted in death.

At a shooting range in Arizona,
While her parents recorded the scene,
The instructor stood next to their daughter,
A scenario they called routine.

But the weapon...

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Free-range poets
feeding on loneliness
writing in their openness

Oh, sing me broken lullabies
take me to the open skies
write in blood, "Why am I dying?"
like I don't already know it
free lance poets
writing in free verses
only three words
breaking through the lines
Oh, do they have to rhyme,
break me all the...

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A farmer who was looking for change
Produced limericks that were free-range
He achieved great success
His limericks were best
And gluten-free -isn't that strange?...

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