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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

Categories: cowpoke, evil, heart, home, poems,
Form: Rhyme

Greenhorn Cowpoke

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,

Categories: cowpoke, green, humorous, work,
Form: Rhyme

A Cowpoke and His Beer

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

Categories: cowpoke, anger, conflict, work,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

A Fair Cowpoke

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

Categories: cowpoke,
Form: Cowboy Poetry

Reminisces of An Old Cowpoke

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'

Categories: cowpoke,
Form: Rhyme

A Cowpoke and His Horse Old Dan

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

Categories: cowpoke, anger, animal, friendship, relationship,
Form: Rhyme

Last Song of the Old Cowpoke

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

Categories: cowpoke, death,
Form: Cowboy Poetry

Cowpoke Meyers

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

Categories: cowpoke, cowboy-western, funny, old, old,
Form: Limerick

Cowpoke Pete

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

Categories: cowpoke, cowboy-westernme,
Form: Rhyme

A Well-Appointed Cowpoke

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

Categories: cowpoke, cowboy-western
Form: Rhyme

"cowpoke Queens"

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

Categories: cowpoke, cowboy-western
Form: Cowboy Poetry

One Old Cowpoke Went Riding

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

Categories: cowpoke, cowboy-western, death, life, time,
Form: Cowboy Poetry