Punchers Poems - Poems about Punchers

...By the time the sun's faded o’er the prairie well I’m just about as tired as tired can be My horse has been fed and all the tack is clean after a biscuit and a few campfire beans I lay my head ......Read the rest...

...V. He could hold his breath over a minute, bullets hit water, didn’t penetrate it, he’d used this trick before against his foes, water stopped slugs fast, not many did know. When he rose again......Read the rest...

...IV. Their faces looked shocked when they saw the flames, looking at each other for someone to blame, then Sol cleared his throat, and they look to him, their leader stepped out, his eyes cold and......Read the rest...

...III. He kept off the roads to avoid their eyes, through scrub and dry grass, onwards he did ride, skirting north of the ranch, behind a ridgeline, until he stopped to see what he could find. S......Read the rest...

...II. The man said, “There is not much land these days, it’s probably not a good place to stay.” Sol said, “Ah, well, I’d been having that fear, but I like honestly, I’ll buy the next beer.” The......Read the rest...

...I. The letter had come in Nevada’s north, when Sol had been enjoying a blonde whore, only to see it slip under the door, he finished with her, but enjoyed it no more. After she had gone, he re......Read the rest...

...In a wide street of commuters and passers by rare is road disorder, measured in a small scale busy minds, walking legs, punchers of devices, a quick censors and smart gadgets top the stats sittin......Read the rest...

...This is the place the ’punchers come when it is time to drink their pay, ride in from the hilly rangelands to forget cattle for a day. Norma in the kitchen will cook beef and spuds for this ro......Read the rest...

......It was early fall when the trouble came to the Sperry’s and the Circle-S Ranch, a dozen bandits came riding in hard, shooting their guns in an entrance grand, they thought none would dare make......Read the rest...

...Rudolph Sperry was a ranch-owner’s son, and rode hard for his Circle-S brand, helping punchers herd cattle 'cross the plains, in Nebraska’s western Sand Hill lands, he wasn’t that bad for a young......Read the rest...

...The world is made up of bystanders, upstanders, and victims. The bystanders are horrified when their neighbors are falsely accused. Offended when they see blatant misbehaviors, aggressors, punchers......Read the rest...

...I was just walking down the street when it hit me a quick jab….followed by a crushing right cross. I staggered….stunned by the suddenness of a seemingly unprovoked attack. Life, fate, Karma…WH......Read the rest...

...Two bible-blabbering pastors from two denominational sectors ended up in stitches and plasters. One man yelled: "Faith alone can save a man!" The other screamed: "Only good deeds can!" They ......Read the rest...

...Cresting the rise, a glare in his eyes. Squinting as sharp shards of sun reflect off the river. His gloved hand instinctively shadows his face. Dust in the wind, talcum powder thin coating, ca......Read the rest...