Bronco Poems - Poems about Bronco

Well John was brand new to the Rockin’ Bar J down in Missouri's where he'd spent his young days His white cowboy hat with the fancy gold band with fringe on his chaps and kid gloves on his hands Had snake skin cowboy boots that shone like wet grass smelled like a spring flower when’er he walked past They said he...

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Cowboy Bronco Riding Bucking Jumping Horse riding, jumping, bucking, running, Cowboy riding, jumping bronco; Horse is running, bucking-Woo-oh! 2/1/18 by James Edward Lee Sr....

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Many maidens have seen me rushing the gates of Paradise's pen, I stomp and buck at all intruders of shallow flirt and short strident ride, blue ribbons and sterling mouth bits interest me not, no ordinary broad is going to braid my tail or crack my hide, but only for you do I bang soft layered earth, chomp the...

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Bronco Don visits…. A cancer took my father away, The smokers curse he had to pay, But he returns, we hear him still, When he pulls my big toe, With subtle skill, As he did when I was little, “Come on boy up you get,” In dream we are horse riding yet, Left handed holes in the Coolabahs set, Where the Cubbie tribe got bird...

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Bronco Don My name’s Bronco Don , an I’m not passing on, cos I’m busted. I can’t ride me horse, Me spurs look much worse, Cos they’re rusted. The Shielas can run, but I can’t catch a one , Cos I’ve lusted. Me stockwhip will sing, Around any flaming thing, I’ve mustered. An I’m springing about, An checking you out, Till I’m rusted. So bury me deep, Away from the sheep, Cos...

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Bronco Don Johnson and Bally Watson... Oh they speak of Bally Watson and the Dirran boys don't laugh... Yet they tell in whispers how his ear was shot in half... Old Bronco Don had shot him for everyone to see... Witnesses could not be found though the coppers asked all three... Bally he bolted, drove fast to get away... For a...

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