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Lewisburg Landmarks
The Marshall County
Courthouse keeps safeguards
While Main street trades it daily ideology.
Rock Creek moves slow,
Steady as folks heading in and out
Of Kroger 's.
And the Walking Horse Museum stands
Quiet,
Holding history like reins in it's hands.
Lewisburg ain't enormous grassland
It'll test your balance the same stay standing,
And you've earned your boots in this town.
.
into
that trough
horse
she goez
and keep
i'll
thuh stallion
daddio
tap
Lariat light rope hemp leather corded twined
My mission here on the parried to unwind
In my strength I shoot my shot
I let go lasso catch tether livestock
Running noose circles the neck
I am the long arm of the law
I'll rope the moon, the sun, the stars
And ranger and ranger or stranger
I confess I'll address the
Getty Ap horse, gonna rope me
Buttercup, Clarabelle, Molly, Rosie, Gertie, Henrietta, Nellie and Moo
I'm a Lariat Cowboy YaHoo-
02/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
.
i came for thuh
roan
certainly too
it's
saddle (shhh
i meant saddled)
i'd'uh never agree'd tuh
take on that thar horse
if'n that purty skirt
'tweren't 'tatch'd
to it
.
'Twere thuh finish
Line
"my horse and i
love'd your
grits
and
biscuits"
tap
i meant
clop
Dusty little towns
West of the Great Divide
Where great-grandchildren of cowboys
On ranches still reside.
Small western museums
With local antiquities inside;
Native American artifacts,
Some horse tack for a cowboy's ride.
There among the fancy
Are two dresses hemmed above the knee,
20's Jazz Age fashion
Worn far from the speak-easy.
Caused a bit of an uproar,
As they danced on the sawdust floor.
Who were these rebel cowgirls,
These flappers from western lore?
Gonna wake up
At the brink of dawn
With the d a r n little red rooster
Cock-a-doodle doodling alarm
Saddle
My horse and ride out
Cross the river to the green field about
Make sure those sneaky coyotes
Haven't had lambchop for dinner.
Then
Gonna water all of my crop
Gonna spread out
All the bales of hay
Where the goats and the horses
And the cattle stay
After
Dinner with a little moonshine
The best d a m nnnn... moonshine
That I ever made
With my woman Suzanne
6/7/2020
My first Cowboy Form poem
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Verse 1
Stranger rode into town,
A stern look on his face,
Gave thought to his grim task,
Sworn duty on his mind and dismounted.
Verse 2
Examined his two six guns,
Moseyed to hotel bench,
At noon stood and with care,
Tied holster to his thigh and reflected.
Verse 3
In saloon spoke a name,
Outlaw threw down his drink,
Knew why stranger was there,
Each drew down, guns blazing, unabated.
Verse 4
Fight was o’er in a blink,
Outlaw dead on the floor,
Stranger left the saloon,
Went over to his horse and remounted.
Verse 5
Rode from town at full trot,
Same way that he came in,
Town knew why he had come,
His tin badge told the truth, deputized.
i sit upon a majestic horse
a skittish cowgirl
i am for a day
dog keeps watch
drives me into bear country
i hold tight the reins
until my knuckles are white
then red then I laugh
at how silly i feel
for high atop Lightning
i release myself
to almighty God
loosen the reins
He has my back
and my saddle’s lighter
and Lightning snickers
at the cowgirl wannabee
but relaxes just the same
7/2/2018
Farmer Cowboy
What's the different tween a farmer and a rancher
When there a horse involved in the matter
rope em, bridle saddle up ride em
giddy yup
Must brush them, feed them
Ride off into the sunset
holster up
Running down the trial
Horse shoes
Running on dirt, mud, sands and grass
Saddle up boys let's git tat dare varmint
giddy yup
holster up
beans in the cast iron pan
cookin beef on the open fire
shores on the ranch, work on the farm
still must put my boots on one leg at a time
I am a farmer cowboy
giddy yup
04/12/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
THE LOST SOULS SALOON Page 7
I pushed aside the swinging doors
And stepped out on the street
My poor horse stood, alone all night
without a thing to eat
I led him by the reins
As we turned to make our way
In hopes to find some oats
Or perhaps a bail of hay
And as we walked so slowly
Just drifting out of town
I couldn't help but looking back
And so I turned around
For a moment, thought I saw
vaguely catching just a trace
In a window, 'bove the bar
Of a ghost-like woman's face
I'll never know, if it was real
Or just a torrid dream
But doomed to wander in a world
Where nothing's as it seems
THE END
Zack will be back In
SHOOT OUT at the KOA CORRAL
He slowly dismounted his horse
As he glanced at her his soul drifted
Floating on a cloud amidst the summers heat
A vision of loveliness looking his way
His mind lingered on this breath taking beauty
He felt he was drowning in the deep ocean
Being pulled by those sea blue eyes.
He knew in that moment that she was his
Never before had he felt that magical moment
It was as if woken from a long deep dream
She smiled and the sun shone brighter
Her eyes twinkled like the starry heavens
This cowboy had just met love at first sight.
3/10/13
Been travelin' the country side,
punchin' cows and makin' my way,
Been weeks lookin' at cattle hide,
hotter than _ell 'n' not much pay,
It's up and at'em before dawn,
on a horse and saddle all day,
Money made, then gets gone,
with drinkin' and cards ta play,
Ain't seen my dear girl Betsy Lou,
for might near a year ta day,
I know someday gonna get back to,
her and her country girl ways,
Yea, we're gonna buy a spread,
something to call our own,
I'm gonna buy her a feather bed,
and never ever agin be gone,
On the trail means livin' rough,
it's a life what gets so old,
If cow punchin' cash ain't enough,
It's to California pannin' fer gold.
On the distant horizon a thick cloud appeared!
Could it be?...so near?....a storm danger?
Closer and closer the picture came clearer!
It's the masked man they call the Lone Ranger!
Come lightning, thunder or rain!
the Lone Ranger rides again!
with Tonto an Indian friend...
on Silver a horse he named,
In old wild western TV days!
they rendered justice for mankind!
and jailed all those with evil ways!
one silver bullet at a time!
And often some would ask...
who's that man wearing that mask?
Is he trouble?...are we in danger?
No! that's no stranger! They'd say!...
That's the Lone Ranger!...
Hi! Yo! Silver away! He'd say!
As he rode away.