Ranch Cowboy Poems

He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire,
fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines,
reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries,
the...

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Dalton lived in the north Texas plain,
working a ranch he owned for five years,
a small spread, but it brought some money in,
some solace after all...

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Monroe was always up before dawn got too deep
cookin' coffee and bacon while we're still asleep
When five o'clock rolled around he'd ring that damn bell
Many...

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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...

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I always hear the sound of guitars strumming
harmonica music and cowboys humming
when I feel a warm night breeze upon my face

Whenever I look at a...

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Henry started a punchin’ 
at the ripe old age of 15
There just ain’t no way of knowin’
all of the things he’s done and seen

All those...

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‘Twas way back in them days 
when the ranch owner’s ways
was just about the only law there was around

Rancher’s money was king
and gun violence reigned
till...

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I was out riding the fences one day
and spied these here suits and their fancy car
They said they was from some oil company
and started cutting...

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I was at this here shindig just the other night
was all duded up and was feeling all right
When this fancy fella saunters over my way
it...

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He'd wake up sorta rough around the edges
then he’d pull in his teeth from out of the glass
Yawn then rub his eyes with the back...

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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...

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She's up in the morning
two hours before dawn
has done most of her chores
before the lights come on

Already milked the cows
and gathered up the eggs
even put...

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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...

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I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air
of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair

Across the valley the mountains rise up high
jagged...

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Randy, my cousin, was the ultimate real cowboy.
Lived in Montana on a horse ranch, loved it too
I did not know him well, saw him briefly
He...

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