Cowgirls Poems - Poems about Cowgirls

...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, So......

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...I come from the borough of Queens, New York My classmates call me a Klutz and a dork Those names pervaded my soul, taking a toll Being at the bottom of the totem pole. Then Dad took me to the t......

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... They come to our door dressed as witches…as princesses… as wizards, as ghosts and goblins too… As pirates, as cowgirls, as ladybugs… as warriors who know karate or kung-fu. “Trick-or-treat!” ......

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...hollow the words seem when said to a wall, bounce back with fear and anger to keep, papal silence for the thrall to burrow asleep, worms of thoughts weep by sunrise to fall. skills of a magistr......

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...I can understand Cowgirls And some are real cows But 'Cowboys'? Shouldn't they be Bullboys? Why did they call the chimp On Tarzan 'Cheater'? I wouldn't play cards Did Williams Tell spill the b......

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...In crowded halls, ivy clad, walk the sleepless zombies - the walking dead. They’ve come to grapple, the chosen few, in trials by pen and pencil too. Long ago we quietly agreed to trade studies an......

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...Netflix, I will not watch you tonight I wanna spend the evening hungry I wanna be a pioneer without WiFi I wanna be a cowboy without a harmonica I wanna be a pine tree without the sun Attuned t......

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...We are old MacDonald’s great-grandchildren who help him in his fields during weekends, We gather chopped hays and feed his chicken, then watch him works with his farmers and friends. We......

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...A Cowboy lives his life, From sunrise to sunset. Hard work, calloused hands, And a bunk to hang his hat. Riding, roping, branding, It's all for a week's pay. Come Friday night it's time, To ......

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...I was once your cowgirl and you were my Indian This was in the San Joaquin valley of California that you planted your seed in me Boy did we have a pow wow It was a delicious experience and m......

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...Chorus: I'm a country man in a lonely home, Me, myself and I who know road? Well, it's a deep tought nobody knows, So I keep it alone, For the night surley got to show.... Ooh... Chorus: I'......

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...These old boots, they've sure been around. They don't know where their goin' but they sure know where they've been. Drinkin' Corona and dancing with a Mexican Senorita in Jaurez, the smell of perfume......

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...It was Saturday night at Community Hall. There was popcorn and pretzels and birch beer for all. She sat off in the corner, her hands on her knees, A fly on the windowsill nobody sees. She’s Han......

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...Annie Oakely: The Poem by Shane Nielsen Deep in the Ohio woods, to brown eyes aspy, The wondrous echoes of nature give their humble reply, to the spirit of sight, and the will to try. Billows of ......

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...Crossing the hoedown lines Courteous men tilted hats Country cowgirls in skirts Corsets set on fire Careening to music Crystallography,... stop <>...

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