Long Bedroll Poems

An old Point Man phoned, “Do ya think you can do it?.  
Driving doggies and cows from the flanks of Mt. Stewart?"
Fattened on grass for a year they had stayed. 
“Move a river of...

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From what I have seen
America is a well-oiled machine
Our military always ready to fight
Together with so much might
Leaving their homes night after night
Saying goodbye believing it's not your last sight
Living in a hole with rations...

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Her name was Julie Faye.
   She was a little runaway.
She ran from home, the scene was bad.
   Beaten by her mom, molested by her dad.
She fled to the streets she had...

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THE RIDE

I got a horse named Sam, a dog named Joe, 
and my old Chevy truck.
In the front of my trailer is my saddle and bridle 
with a horseshoe thrown in for luck.

Got my bedroll...

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(2nd part continued)

Then late one night before coosie did howl,
I woke up and took me a walk by chance,
Down by the sleepin’ cow herd and ol’ Rowel 
When I heard his soft song and watched...

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When the campfire’s out and you try to sleep,
But things don’t seem just right—
You toss and turn on that ol’ hard bedroll
And see faces in the night.

It just may be dreams or a sense of...

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You could see the lone figure in the pale, fading light,
Bedding down the doggies for a restful night.

He had been in the saddle since early morn',
Now feeling the aches of the drive that made him...

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I always wanted to be a real cowboy.
A Buck-a-rue with scars on my cheeks and worn boots,
I wanted my spurs to jingle and my saddle to creak and
 deep lines and sun burned skin decorating...

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As the sun starts to rise,
This cowboy opens his eyes,
Dew trapped in the mornin' frost.
I thank God for my freedom,
All the times I need 'im,
I tend to forget the cost.

I ride o'er this prairie,
Durin' this...

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I didn't want to break your heart,
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.

A cowboy's life is lonely,
With saddle, bridle and his horse,
A bedroll...

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Winter winds rattle window panes,
yet, no tenant ever complains.
And shadows on candlelit walls
flicker; as the flame flares and falls.
A worn blanket that's paid its toll
substitutes for a warm bedroll.
And though it supplies meager heat,
a kerosene...

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                 She laid poised
               'pon...

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I’ve ridden many a trail in my life & regrets I have few
For I lived the life I chose & to the Cowboy way stayed true
I will not ask for a mansion when I stand...

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When night came, the cattle bedded down 
And the night riders making their rounds
Samuel would take a strole to the chuck wagon 
And Cookie would hand him his cup of coffee

As he savored it's taste
He'd...

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Ah done cum frum tha ol' times
Whar we's jist roams free
I's gots a gun, a hoss un grub
'Un bedroll 'neath a tree.

Sum times ah jist works fer grub
An theys the tother times
Ah's jist watches tha...

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The Warder 

The old man spine was bent his head was hanging at an awkward angle he 
searched the ground while he was walking for what he could not have stopped 
and picked anything up....

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Pierced by splinters of bright sunlight,
my eyelids open as I wake.
My bedroll barely kept me warm,
I am hungry, and my bones ache.

Belongings few, I fear their loss,
for they are what keep me alive.
Yet they don't...

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An inconsiderate sun sinks slowly
while sleep tries to ignore dreams of freezing.
Steam from a sewer grate blankets him lowly
as he lays on it, coughing and wheezing.

Through his head, drums the beat of many feet
and it's...

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He must sit back and just smile at sunsets;
The colors and quiet must give him great joy—
As do the sweet sage and morning violets;
God must be a cowboy.

He breathes life in the wind on the...

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                in yourn dome
          you hear your favorite
   ...

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"I didn't want to break your heart.
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.
A cowboy's life is lonely,
A saddle, bridle and a horse,
Bedroll, just...

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Jubilant shoppers scamper down the street
looking for super sales on Christmas Eve.
And holiday smiles greet all friends they meet
feigning they’re in a hurry to leave.

It was snowing to everyone's delight
and the people were friendly and...

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Wild and wooly Wendell Worley             
Went camping in the cane breaks.
He woke at midnight dark, to find      ...

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