Hermit’s wife was hustled off to the Hebrides Islands, very far.
Hermit felt horrible as he saw her being loaded in a cattle car.
This was on the other side of Scotland, would he ever see her again?
He was being winked at by her randy sister, her identical twin.
He was sad, and there is nothing sadder than a Hamitic Longhorn.
He did not want this loosey goosey, he wanted the eldest born.
Grandma made him a scarf; she put it on him by standing on a ladder.
It did not have glittery rhinestones like hers, which made him even sadder.
Categories:
longhorn, nostalgia,
Form: Cinqku
A rancher in friendly State of Texas
proudly finds in his longhorn a nexus
between fighter bull’s mad crash
and Austin footballer’s dash,
through history page to Spain he takes us.
July 18, 2019
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Categories:
longhorn, analogy, football,
Form: Limerick
We used to have a larger group
Ten thousand head at best
Once we had the largest herd
Of Longhorn in the west
But, times got tough, we sold a few
There was the drought back in '11
I didn't know it got so bad
But, now....we're down to seven
Yep, seven steers and cows and calfs
Out standing in our field
There's not a lot of meat out there
It's really a poor yield
The Longhorns down in Texas
Took our football tickets back
They said that our best looking cow
Was like a blanket on a rack
We've done our best to make amends
We'll be on top once more, I'm sure
But, we have to keep the calfs all fed
Or else ....we're down to four
There's lots of land for them to graze
They'll grow big, I am assured
But, now I find it difficult
To call seven head...a herd
Categories:
longhorn, america,
Form: Rhyme
I'll tell you a tale when Texas was young
When women were scarce and horse thieves were hung.
His name was Jake and he was six feet four -
Prob'ly weighed three hundred or maybe more.
Came down from Kansas with crime on his mind.
Figgered to steal Longhorns - cows of some kind.
He'd get filthy rich drivin' 'em North -
Cows that big, why no guessin' their worth.
So he got a crew and started to scout.
Found a fair sized herd with no one about.
He planned to rope that bull, cows would follow,
As he led up the trail through that hollow.
He got the loop thrown and took up the slack -
It went to Hell when that Longhorn looked back.
He threw that Mustang clear up in the air,
Then stomped on Jake pretty much everywhere.
The crew scattered and never did look back -
Old Jake was walkin' and carryin' his tack.
Some say he was seen as he crossed the Red.
Saddle slung on his back, bandage on his head.
They say he has changed, his life is now full -
And he owes it all to a Longhorn bull.
2/23/18
Categories:
longhorn, humorous,
Form: Couplet
No one knows where the longhorn goes,
When his breed is scattered and few—
He once was king of the cattle ring,
But his time in this world is through.
We all must go where longhorns go,
When the bone moon falls from the sky—
We will not hide when we ride no more
And the longhorn goes off to die.
Our land must be where longhorns live—
Where we all seek our destiny—
This once was land still full of sand
With longhorns far as you could see.
We all must dream what cowboys dreamt
When they looked out upon the West—
We all should lead the life we need
As we follow the trail that’s best.
We all must go where longhorns grazed
On a ride through the green grass sea—
We all must lead and protect our creed—
But most of all, we should be free.
The path is hard, but we will climb
Up that hill where the longhorn goes—
Though the trail is long, it is not wrong,
When we know what the longhorn knows.
Categories:
longhorn, cowboy-western, introspection, life, mystery,
Form: Cowboy Poetry