Ranch Poems - Poems about Ranch

. oh yeah i'm get'n pickled just think'n 'bout it thuh nymph lean'd back 'gainst thuh fence post her flannel ...

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Enveloping cliche’s Without a building in the night The locust bind Inside your socks Chasing you back You not old, your hapless And there in the grave You hold on time Running away from the train The lakes aren’t wet They exit prayers we’ve saved And I crawled forward to grace ...

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He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever green grass hesitating on the borders of a place meant for those heavy bodies, warm and mellow like the faded flowers breathing silently, hesitating on the promises of...

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Home at the Ranch Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine but I have no way to prove it one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep Awoke, when the storm was...

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Monroe was always up before dawn got too deep cookin' coffee and bacon while we're still asleep When five o'clock rolled around he'd ring that damn bell Many a morning I'd liked to send him to hell...

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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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Henry started a punchin’ at the ripe old age of 15 There just ain’t no way of knowin’ all of the things he’s done and seen All those years are far behind him since a young cowboy in his prime Now there is nothing left for him but to whittle away at time His days out on the range are gone can’t quite...

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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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I was out riding the fences one day and spied these here suits and their fancy car They said they was from some oil company and started cutting their way through the wire Well I says whoa down a bit young fellas I proceeded with my best daunting stare There's a reason that no trespassing sign has been hung up on that...

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I was at this here shindig just the other night was all duded up and was feeling all right When this fancy fella saunters over my way it 'peers to me like he might have something to say Gawking at my boots, rodeo buckle and band I guess he figured it out that I worked the land He tips his wine...

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She's up in the morning two hours before dawn has done most of her chores before the lights come on Already milked the cows and gathered up the eggs even put liniment on the horse’s sore legs Bacon and eggs are cooked the biscuits are baked brown the gravy has been stirred and the plates laid down Once the pans are empty the last bread's been buttered the...

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Little adobe house on 160 acres She grows flowers. I grow corn Tomatoes, watermelon, etc. Peace, love, hope, and joy Grow themselves Porch faces orange blazes Draped over the rugged Mules And a barn owl hoovers over An old water tank with a bunny In her talons for her So-ugly-they're-cute hatchlings Ladder leaned on it to climb up and see 'em Brothers and sisters drive from town For...

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1 cup of cooked chopped bacon 7 tablespoons of dehydrated garlic 5 tablespoons of olive oil ,5 tablespoons of butter 5 tablespoons of crushed garlic 5 tablespoons of dehydrated onion 1/4 cup of sour cream 4 tablespoons of butter milk cultures 2 tablespoons of lemon zest 1 tablespoon of fish stock 1/4 cup of crushed sun dried tomatoes 5 tablespoons of dried parsley 1& 1/2 cup of...

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Snow at the Red Fox Ranch David J Walker There is snow At the Red Fox Ranch On New Year’s day The Bucks and the Does Have come out to play In the cover of the cold And the old oak grove of trees And know by heart the way To flee if we get too near The Red Fox Ranch Dressed in...

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He sleeps late because the milk cows have dried up and the bulls long slaughtered. There are no cowboys in the bunk house just a couple of old chickens pecking the dirt floor, they produce, at most, one real egg a week the rest are malformed by spilled ink. However in the leaky cabin the big brown teapot is stuffed with scrapes of poetry waiting to...

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