Broncs Poems - Poems about Broncs

...From the old rockin’ chair came the sound of his snores that rattled the windows and vibrated the doors She looked o’er her glasses but kept counting her stitch as she watched his feet jerk ......

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...Smokey hailed from someplace back in Missouri was a slave until the ripe old age of ten Left his master's home headed to Montana and swore they would never hear from him again Started out in th......

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...They said the cowboy way of living has withered away and is long gone Least that's what I seen in the movies and heard in all them old country songs They tell me bout how them olden days and t......

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...he Riders of the Purple Sage They’re running through the canyons out across the western plains They’re running un......

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...In a hallowed grandstand, I do quietly sit, high above the noise and ruckus of the pit. Staring out upon a curving, long race-track, as thoroughbreds set off running races back-to-back. Arou......

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...THE RIDE I got a horse named Sam, a dog named Joe, and my old Chevy truck. In the front of my trailer is my saddle and bridle with a horseshoe thrown in for luck. Got my bedroll and boots,......

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...If sixty years before in my place of birth had I been living in that Texas town Fort Worth. With long horn steers moving to and fro what would I have done, where would I go? Herding cattle or bre......

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...Best Ever Saw I’m gonna tell you a story, Of the saltiest preacher I know. The kinda man to charge hell, With a hand full of snow. Now I was stompin out broncs. For the ranch W M, T......

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...We stopped fer a bite at the Gooseberry Patch, I reckon it wuz a week er so ago. I wuz slurpin' my usual bowl uv chili - Boys! That stuff'll set yer ears aglow! My spouse wuz toyin with her salad a......

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...Mama took me to the rodeo when I was just three And those long tall saddles made a fool of me She had dreams in her pocket of what I could be Now I'm ropin' steers in front of my t.v. Oh but yo......

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...Born in 1921, somewhere in Wyoming, born to ride wild stock Started at sixteen, hung up his spurs at 53 Thirty Seven years of riding broncs and bulls Made his home aboard outlawed livestock Ridi......

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...Griping and growling, the camp cook is up I know that he was born with an attitude No way one can slumber around here Smelling the coffee boiling, I need a cup Wide open spaces, kitchen is kind ......

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...Watching NFL on Sunday Flying the Rebel flag every day Playing poker every night Wow, Life is great Yelling "Git-R-Done" Mud-slinging in our big trucks Listening to the crowd Watching the br......

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...Jimmie’s dad was bent and wise, a man that life had rode by— But Jim still recalled his words when he would laugh and half cry: “Life’s a fragile balance between honor and what’s true— A rare, liv......

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...I’ve been known to buck a bale or two in my day And I’ve loved a gal or a few and rode away. I’ve dug up taters for just a dollar a day— I’ve clerked in stores and let the boss man have his say.......

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