Long Buckskin Poems

Crazy Horse Monument

Up there! On the Black Hills Mountain, 1
A work in progress sculptured in granite,
Of a stern faced warrior, strong and determined, 2
Unadorned in a war bonnet, with his hair flowing in the wind,
And...

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William Branton has just run into camp as if the earth is falling away from his heels,
he has spotted a large cluster of Indians to the south moving towards us on horseback, 
an estimated 100...

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DARKSTONE
FortySeven
Statistic
Several missing parts some scars beaten up and left for dead the mighty men 
have used the fists oh GOD when will eye get some rest walking walking looking 
looking searching for my hideaway my...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)

At the headwaters of the Red Woods Branch,
near a gentle slope on a dusty trail.
On an iron gate, at the Twin Mounds...

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It's time to get the stockings out of storage
before those who are nosey, begin to forage,
in my saloon, lookin' for their Christmas gift.
I know if I catch em' they'll plead the fifth!

In these parts, there's...

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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your voice
My soul
Your soul
And our Coming of Age

I have always known...

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She bares the marks of a life lived hard, her face the giveaway.  Faint scar above her brow, chipped tooth, deep furrows that should be gentle crow feet to compliment her gorgeous eyes. ...

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The sun receded quietly on a relaxing siesta, as 
Calm clouds of the mid-afternoon smiled henced,
The beat of the drums provideth dancing rhythm
As she moved in pure elegance with harmony, to
A style of danced buoyantly...

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Tonight is for reflection.
Not the kind found in a mirror.  
Which of course I have none.  Mores the pity.  I would love to see how splendid I look 
in my new shirt...

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The poker game wuz progressin' purty well 'til Iron Mike started a ruckus!
Seems he had some spare aces up his sleeve, that dirty, sneaky cuss!
One-Eyed Pete didn't cotton to them shenanigans and drew his forty-four!
Iron...

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For all in this old world I've missed
this latter half is the sweetest I insist

For all I lost I gained the more
a family that's precious 
beyond asking for

My step daughter she opens a kindest heart...

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Undocumented Warrior

By George W. Clever-----2002

I sneaked into this country on moccasin feet
No one knew I was here
Till one day someone asked 
Where is your C.D.I.B. card?			
Putting on my best stoic mask I said
Do I need...

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Way back in the nineteen thirties, 
they where mighty hard to beat.
The Hockey team from Alkali Lake,
Who would not accept defeat.   

You know there wasn't very many of them ,
so they could not...

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America is no longer a melting pot.
I question if it really ever was 
Red tribes were raping each other. 
long before the white tribe arrived.
If it were a melting pot we'd still be adorned 
with...

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Doc was a tiger stripped buckskin dun cow pony
Looked like the one Marshal Dillon rode
A fine piece of horse flesh he was
He was all heart, was no phony
He like to buck and loosen his load
That...

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There is no Sunday west of St. Louis
And no God that’s west of Ft. Smith—
So says the frontier adage that’s truest
And confirms the last Old West myth.

Wild Bill Hickok had him a dead man’s hand—
They...

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Ain't You Demure....Challenge


She rode in on a buckskin mare,
Tied up at Cote D'Zur
She sat down by a young cowboy -
He said "Ain't you demure."

She said,"My husband says 'lissome'-
And I prefer that tone."
He said," You're prob'ly...

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Sat on top of High Lonesome Hill
It would scream, cry, lacked grease and oil
The lonely sound as the mountain wind would blow
Pumped ice cold water, thirsty cows would drink their fill
In the summer time, the...

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I can see my husband riding across Montana plains,
With his uniform of buckskin, and his hands upon the reins,
With his yellow hair a-flowing,
And his eyes like baby blue.
General George Custer, my husband, I love him...

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Ol’ Pete he had a new gal friend that he wanted to prank—
His idear was to shoot her silhouette like Buckskin Frank!

It was Frank Leslie that first shot holes all around his girl—
So Pete thought...

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Small train of pack horses walking slow,
five of them, to be precise,
on the shore of this rock-choked river,
opposite where I make my way.

Led by three men wearing buckskin,
one is Injun, must be their guide,
must’ve married...

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If I were a painter, no not that kind
But I am kind as I let you crack into a crevice in my warm-blooded heart,
I would pick up those brushes and paint your flesh as a...

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She wandered like a gypsy to Wyoming,
Where she settled in and sojourned for a spell.
She found herself a billet at the Hog Ranch,
And son, there weren’t no high-tone clientele.
It was just a soiled dove’s privy...

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His the archer’s bow, straight his arrowhead
  on foot and trail swift as the running deer,
and long his hair the eagle feathers spread
  in the buckskin war bonnet he does wear.
My boy the...

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Buckskin beauty waiting so long by self.
Rise up Raven Crow and make Tawpow glad.
We will go to Neeva’s high wind blown shelf,
place where eagles soar and eyes can’t be sad.

I will bring the open sky...

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