Horse Range Poems

Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range

Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing
red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank
much better the dead horse...

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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...

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This is my dedication

I am legend, so just push the start
I will save your family, so just call me Noah's ark
A pause on time as...

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On The Range

You are an old cowboy now.
Your bronco riding and rodeo days are over. 
You now mostly drive a pick up truck or ATV...

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The first time we danced I knew I was hooked 
My palms were sweaty, my brain was cooked 
I breathed only you as you captured...

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King Of The Range

 

Pinto beans and hot fry bread

are his means for survival out on the

open range.

 

Herding cattle all day with his quarter...

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It was a small forgotten town
With general store and a grange,
Where a small boy asked the old man:
“When’s the last time you rode the range?”

The...

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On a Charlie Russell range under royal Montana skies,
Pale Shoshones and bison bones bring tears to old squaw’s eyes.
A purple wash of prairie sun slides...

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