Cowpoke Poems - Poems about Cowpoke

Cowpoke by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16 Sleep, old man... your day has long since passed. The endless plains, cool midnight rains and changeless ragged cows alone remain of what once was. You cannot know just how the Change will rape the windswept plains that you so loved... and so sleep now, O yes, sleep now... before you see just how the Change will come. Sleep, old man... your dreams are not...

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He pulled up to the Triple "T" Ranch in a shiny Cadillac. In his trailer was an Arabian steed with the finest tack. He wore Tony Lama alligator boots and Calvin Klein jeans, And a stylish Stetson hat - he looked like a man of means! He strode to the corral where grizzled cowpokes lazed. They chortled at the greenhorn,...

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I was in the saloon to beat the heat To have a few beers and rest my feet I removed my hat a took a seat Just then someone called me to the street I look out the swinging doors and see Black Bart The fastest gunslinger in these parts I don't know how this trouble got its start His eyes are...

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Lord have mercy on such as me I am a man of simple means Came to Texas in sixty three Wasn't ready for gals in jeans Came on the train in suit and tie Directly from the frozen North Now I'd seen girls to make you sigh But nothing compared to Ft Worth There were girls in tight fittin' pants That made me want...

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Hank lounged on his porch watchin' the sun slowly sinkin' in the west. He'd cowboyed for nigh on sixty years and figgered he'd done his best. Hank and his faithful hoss Old Dan was now enjoyin' their leisure years, And he had time to recall his ranchin' days while tossin' back some beers! He was so bow-legged from ridin'...

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The day began with a shouting match between a cowpoke and his horse. It became so heated and continued all day until they both became hoarse. Old Dan maintained that the cowpoke was so obese it caused his back to sag! The cowpoke dug in his spurs and called...

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Oh, your saddle needs a soapin' And your spurs are flecked with rust-- And there ain't much need for hopin' 'Cause your boots are touched with dust. The days last a little longer-- There ain't nothin' much to do-- But memories grow stronger 'Cause your ridin' days are through. You sing in that roan rockin' chair And you ain't got no regret-- Days go by...

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There was once an old cowpoke named Meyers For decades he'd rode an old hoss named Squires He'd roped steers and fixed fences Enjoyed beer and square dances And was...

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I met a lanky ol' feller th' other day, An' I want ter tell ya'll about 'im if'n I may. An' ol' slouch hat was pulled down on his pate, An' he ambled along at a leisurely gait. Slightly bowed legs says he'd spent years in th' saddle. His steely-eyed glare would make a rattlesnake skedaddle! His flowin' mustaches drooped down...

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A well-appointed cowpoke, of whom there are still a few, Wanted to be properly clad for his first job interview. So, to impress his potential and somewhat cynical boss, He has a silver-studded saddle throwed across his hoss! He's wearin' a ten-gallon hat, a Stetson if you please, And a bandana 'round his neck to catch the dusty breeze. The dude...

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Her spurs are smaller, An' so are her jeans. Her attitudes are taller, These Cowpoke Queens. In a Cowboy's world, She has learned to cope. Whether gowned an' pearled, Or a lip full of cope. She will administer a shot, Re-bed a stall. For respect she has fought, To doubt her takes gall. She will pull a calf, Braid pretty a tail. You dare not to laugh, When you out...

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One old cowpoke went ridin’ down the trail of dusty days, Waitin’ on the all the test results, blood work and the X-rays. They say his horse threw him, but the truth’s his knee gave out, And all he could do was lay there, and yell and cuss and shout. So he wound up in that clinic – couldn’t...

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