Old Cowboy Poetry Poems

...For two weeks Lester worked that pyrite vein,
and every day a brand new dollar came,
at the end he hug dug out two cart’s worth,
said Higgs,...

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Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn,
his eyes mindlessly staring out the door,
it was July of 1889,
and new work young Lester now had to find.

He’d...

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Enveloping cliche’s
Without a building in the night
The locust bind
Inside your socks
Chasing you back
You not old, your hapless
And there in the grave
You hold on time
Running away...

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                     'twuz 'hind an orchard
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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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I’ve run long and hard down this trail we call life
it’s been filled with heartache and been filled with strife
I've taken some things with my...

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By the time the sun's faded o’er the prairie
well I’m just about as tired as tired can be
My horse has been fed and all the...

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A friend and I had a rousing argument
around the supper table the other day
He said when them old fashioned poet would write
‘twas hard to understand...

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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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When your ride’n drag through the swelterin’ heat,
and you've bout had all the dust one-man can eat.
When the sweat’s running down from collar to boot,
just...

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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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V.
Reg did nothing but embrace her,
it seemed like the right thing to do,
she said, “Let’s just go back to bed,
it’s much nicer lying with you.”

The...

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IV.
An awkward silence fell on them,
Reg felt bad, and looked at his feet,
“I didn’t mean to pry,”he said.
she laughed and said, “Don’t look so meek.

“There’s...

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I.
He was riding south from Boise,
having split from the other men,
they’d got together for this job,
would not see each other again.

It was much safer doing...

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