Work Ranch Poems

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...

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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...

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II.
They were locked inside, surrounded by moans,
the pained cries of Hell enveloped the home,
the rancher too broken to even speak,
while Rose went and got Sol...

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I.
Myron Baker wasn’t much of a man
for gunplay, whiskey, or ladies of the night.
He'd made his move out the western way
for space to live his...

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When that alarm clock goes off 'fore dawn's crack
And you pull your achin' bones from the sack--
Then you start havin' you some real doubt,
If this...

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Most old ranches in the West, have a history of their past
Legends and tales about ranching in hard time
Blood, sweat, tears and a lot of...

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If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It 
may not have seemed like it at the...

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Upon the flushing milieu of twilight,
     Vague shadows of the ranch hands brook.

 A proud slow march on hackneyed legs,
 ...

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I have a name for my husband. One that can be repeated.  I call him cowboy. But 
he tells me I am wrong. He...

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Now back to the question of being a cowboy. I think I’ll try another way.  I’ll 
compare the job I do to his. Doesn’t...

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OK, maybe he is right. Maybe a cowboy he's not. He is a mechanic, a 
pediatrician, an obstetrician, a veterinary, a plumber (wells), a house...

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