Prairie Poems - Poems about Prairie

Out where the cottonwoods lean on the breeze, and rivers carve songs through the sage, a lone rider hums to the hush of the trees, an echo of some other age. His boots wear the dust of a thousand trails, his hat wears the weight of the sun, but his heart still believes in wide-open tales, and dreams in the key of...

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Princess of the Prairie, with hair of golden flax, smiling from a picture frame, looking through the cracks. You grew up on a farm, not far from Saskatoon, close to Joni Mitchell, under a harvest moon. It was four strong winds that blew you to L.A. I was eighteen when I met you. I well remember it today. Fortunate was...

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March is a good time to be a thin branch in a treeless landscape. You can catch hold of a wind-serpent in your upheld hands, a sea-creature born to be the innards of the sky. When high rains surf a flat-faced landscape mountains of air, can pitch you pell-mell onto darkly crashing shores, margins you once mistook for yourself. ...

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There are clouds on the horizon Winds are blowing in from the east The washing's still out on the line And the Sunday's best is all creased The cows are waiting on their feed For the prairie grass in long gone We can see they're growing restless And they'll need milking come the dawn The eldest now talks of college It's a doctor he...

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Oh don’t bury courtesy on the political Prairie. Where politicians rant And tell words I can’t; Say in a crowd or even whisper out loud. Oh bury courtesy not on the political Prairie. Where the politicians howl and untruths flow free. Oh bury courtesy not! These words came loud and pleading from many citizenry. But they took no heed those...

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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 young horse so full of spirit he'd catch up to Ghost or at least damned near it Behind them the sun met...

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There’s many a tale that spreads across the night when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light. Tales about cowboys, who once roamed the plains, scratching a living using their rope and reins A few were happy when it came time to tell, but many of them were just sadder than hell Cause most of them...

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I always hear the sound of guitars strumming harmonica music and cowboys humming when I feel a warm night breeze upon my face Whenever I look at a summer night sky or hear the sound of a coyote's lonesome cry it always takes me back to that peaceful place Where men who did not care where they spit or cussed with...

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~ Happy Trails My Friend… There ain’t no worn in path across life’s prairie to show which is the right way for us to go If we‘ve chosen right or wrong is just something that we probably ain’t never gonna know So there ain’t no need in standing at the fork knocking our brains out to figure the right road Either...

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I have a dream I could quit drifting around and I could take up a wife and settle down Together we’d buy us a small piece of ground a place we could share and let our love abound We’d sit on the porch and smell the wildflowers that float upon the breeze after spring showers Hold hands and gaze at the...

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‘Twas way back in them days when the ranch owner’s ways was just about the only law there was around Rancher’s money was king and gun violence reigned till marshal Ben Miller made his way into town Well that town was real rough till Ben said ‘twas enough that’s when he used his guns to bring law to the street But there's always...

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They said the cowboy way of living has withered away and is long gone Least that's what I seen in the movies and heard in all them old country songs They tell me bout how them olden days and the way cowboy's life used to be Is now just faded pages in books of folklore and revered history So I headed out to...

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There’s only so many ways I can write a song about a cowboy riding his horse cross the range Are there any new words I can use to describe the rugged mountains that tower over the plains What else can I say about them icy cold rivers that rapidly flows down from a snow covered peak Or the beauty of a...

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That storm had my heart beating as I rode herd through the night All that rumbling of thunder and savage flashes of light The darkness felt uneasy as drenching rain fell in shrouds And with each flash of lightning I saw thick black boiling clouds Well the storm has passed on by and morning drifts o'er the plain I sit here in my saddle tired and...

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It was pretty late in September and I was over the Billings way I was riding fence for Freddie White on the west end of the Rockin Bar J Well night time can fall pretty early come along bout that time of the year I started me up a little fire and was cleaning up some of my gear That's when I heard...

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