Bunkhouse Poems - Poems about Bunkhouse

...Did I ever tell you about the time I saw a pair of wild weasels in the parking lot of the government bunkhouse I was staying at for the season And they made me cry because I had been so misled......

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...He grew one of them bushy mustaches like Sam Elliot wears under his nose Bought him some fancy duds from Cabela's sure looked spiffy in his Buckaroo clothes Alligator skin boots and silver spur......

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...III. He kept off the roads to avoid their eyes, through scrub and dry grass, onwards he did ride, skirting north of the ranch, behind a ridgeline, until he stopped to see what he could find. S......

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...Takes a gallon of coffee to wake him, But it’s sweet when his axe hits the spot, While the mist slips away from the mountain, And the day hardens dusty and hot. He contends with the bothersome th......

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...Hank rested his boots on the railin' of the bunkhouse when day was done. The pointy-toes of his scruffy boots framed the slowly settin' sun. He leaned back in his rockin' chair, his hands embracin'......

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...Damn blizzards don't know nothin' 'bout Christmas They blow or they don't and this time they did Nobody told me to be a cowboy Though some told me that I had lost my lid 'Tween the hoss and me ......

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......He thought of it for many days, then went and bought a colt, when Ma saw it, she railed and screamed, her peace she could not hold. Redmon had to sleep at the ranch, in the big, long bunkhous......

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...Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm? My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the pain so sharp it drains the color from one's eyes, your reason for living gone in a spas......

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...As they began the long ride to the ranch, his father asked,”Are you all done with that stuff? ’Cause there’s problems at home, even for a man setting things right is gonna’ be tough." Luther ju......

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...Santa flew off to make his rounds, and Dix made quick tracks for home, to a one-room shack outside of town, that his ma and sister called their own. It wasn’t much too look at, and his pay bar......

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...Hank lounged on the bunkhouse porch tossin' back some beers, Watchin' the sunset and reminiscin' about his cowboyin' years. He peered at the sun 'twixt the pointy toes of his shabby boots Pr......

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...Pleae tell me how to get home Which way does this old trail bend Had a little drink with some fellers I know And I lost my way my friend I have rode this way before Still it don't look right t......

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...He could hear his horse blowin' as he watched the trail dust rise And he looked down in the valley where the old bunkhouse lies A few large flakes were fallin' an' tomorrow would be white A proper......

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...Ol' Bob was nearin' eighty when he laid down on his bed. The bunkhouse seemed a lonely place to wind up cold and dead. I asked ol' Bob to tell me if he thought his time was up. He said he didn't......

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...(A Pre-Memorial Poem for Bob Lind) Well the day that I met Bob Lind stays in my mind For we met in a restaurant farmer’s still use, A fond memory with me for twenty five years, Of friends meeti......

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