Winter Cowboy Poems

This is message for all
Winter summer or fall
Stop the hate wall
 Hug and kiss
You can not miss
Remember this
It comes from above
GREATEST GIFT IS lOVE...

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The man shook and said, “They wanted some fun,
but the boy was small, he started to bleed.
Patrick threw him out back, said, ‘This one’s shot,
but...

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There’s many a tale that spreads across the night
when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light. 
Tales about cowboys, who once roamed the...

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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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You’re torn between two identities
never knowing which way you should go
You dream of being a big city
but you're afraid to let yourself grow

There’s some folks...

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When summer fires can burn
a hundred miles of trees
and winter cold can lock
you into a deep freeze

What with all them rattlers
wolves and big grizzly bear
You...

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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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When frigid winter winds roar
out among the lifeless trees
and nature is held captive 
inside a merciless freeze

I pray to the God above
I hope he’ll honor...

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Well, I’ve lived in this Montana country
guess it's been pert near fourteen years 
I call myself a cowboy though I ain't
punched no cows or branded...

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Memory of Muriel 


When the big wave crashed ashore on the rocky side of the bay
seven white stallions, silky manes flying galloped ashore to seek
freedom...

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I am not quite a genuine cowboy,
but I know that somewhere deep down inside.
If I had only been born way back when,
I could surely punch...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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~ You’re the Mender of My Fences… 
Time has a way of rusting out the wires
or rotting the posts off below the ground
and then the...

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Colorado Cowboy Saga

Grandad became a cowboy,
 Though born in the mountains of Tennessee,
His family moved to Colorado –
 Just when he turned three;
Fleeing from the...

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Out west there are many new ways.                  ...

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