Long Saddle horn Poems

We'd been travelling through the night, and we needed a rest
The unmerciful sun was now rising above a rocky red crest
We headed for a large boulder that offered plenty of shade
Jenna was getting sick and...

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Much more than 'Georgia on my mind,' forever in my heart,
'Blue shadows on the trail' can not defeat
The beauty of her day or days on any daunting steed
Whose back she graced, wind in her mane...

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But the sun beating down was taking its toll
Red started to fade though he'd given his soul
they reached the exchange both were ragged and sore
Tex jumped on Blackie and was ready for more

Blackie was a...

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CONTINUES FROM : Just A Farmer 1



NOTE: Type of Music Video I had in mind is one that starts out with the son driving home but arrives too late and his Dad has died. After...

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An old cowpoke throwed his leg over the well-worn saddle horn,
And tilted back his ten-gallon hat that was sweat-stained and worn.
From his shirt pocket he took a Bull Durham tobacco pouch,
And with one hand made...

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There ain't nothin' a cowboy is prouder of than his faithful horse,
Except that is, maybe his hat and his pointy-toed boots of course!
In sleet, snow and rain he'll pull the old hat down over his...

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Though Santa never responded to pleas
There was just one gift on my list each year
A horse that could run at the speed of light
A bold little gal; I never had fear

With two high school friends...

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A cowboy’s life’s not easy,
as he rides across the range.
His bed roll on the saddle; 
his spurs, they bang and clang.
A campfire is his cook stove;
the stars above, his map.

A star of the old roundup,
he...

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Though Santa never responded to pleas
There was just one gift I wanted each year
A horse that could run at the speed of light
A bold little gal, I never had fear

With two high school friends, I...

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Three girls weathered the Arizona heat
Ranch hands distributed straw cowboy hats
Without them we’d have fallen to sun’s defeat
As our horses bounded through desert flats
Far faster than the onlooking wildcats 
 
My comrades suffering from heat...

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I sit upon a horse below,
with saddle horn in hand
Wipe of reins I speak giddy up,
four hoofs now galloping on
Through trees with branches
this path I follow is new
Opening up into a valley
With sky's coloring blue
Clouds...

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Griping and growling, the camp cook is up
I know that he was born with an attitude 
No way one can slumber around here
Smelling the coffee boiling, I need a cup
Wide open spaces, kitchen is kind...

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WINCHESTER MODEL 73 - The Gun that Won the West
Deputy why don't you leave that cowboy alone?
He ain't doin nothin, he's a long way from home.
Can't you see that Winchester by his saddle horn?
If you...

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•	My cowboy has walked me to this horse eating pit-
•	I think I should dance and jig and throw quite a fit-
•	Gators and snakes and no bottom in sight-
•	If I put my hoof in it something...

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Jason grab the fleece
Set it squarely under there
While Murray tightens the girth
Madge how many tries does it take to put on a bridle?
I don’t care if the nose armor’s low
So long as it’s straight
Where is...

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Often times I dream of days gone past -
Although, I've not lived then -
Neither saddle or horse shoe cast:

Where was he when I first envisioned the outline of his long, hatted figure?
Atop a horse named,...

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I Drew A Portrait of A Cowboy
With Bronco Jumping to the Sun
The Sunlight, was Both His Halo
And Sunrays, His Blazing Gun …

As He Rode High, Against Blue Sky
And Came Down, to Earth-Dirt-Brown
He Hung Onto That...

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Raw-boned trees scratch a dark hazy gray sky—
Far mountains gleam white with winter’s solutions.
Seems it’s this time of year we wonder why,
We even pause to make new resolutions.

In these random views from the saddle horn,
We...

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MacMurphy’s head hangs 
Fittingly from my saddle horn.
I’d snatched it in a moment 
When he couldn’t decide
Which way to parry. 
The look of surprise is still on his face.
MacNulty’s ugly mug provides 
Balance on the...

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Eye of Needle 

A poor man yes but eye have fish and even corn and carry all my worry on NO 
saddle horn eye lift the Egypt bag and strap it to my back and...

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