Short Cowgirls Poems
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Hands a-clappin', boots a-thumpin',
skirts a-twirlin', rumps a-bumpin'.
Feel the vibes and hear the noisy
Idaho cowgirls and Boise.
Some cowboys remove leather chaps
When cowgirls sit down on their laps
Soon these gals can decide
If he's 'up' for a ride
No 'bucking' now, later perhaps!
The cowgirls on the ranch all jumped for joy
when they found out that their boss would employ
a handsome buckaroo
and they dreamed they'd make do
like the song "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy"!
Kentucky conjures up wide open spaces
Horses and cowboys and a land so spacious
Cowgirls riding rough
Roping cattle in the buff
The cattle, not the cowgirls, who are much more vivacious
Cut off jeans are for me.
Cultured pearls just for thee.
Clowns make me want to pee.
Cooking BBQ from the sea.
Chaps I wear on each knee
Cowboys drink beer not tea.
Cowgirls dance with much glee.
Date Written:10/12/2020
Crossing the hoedown lines
Courteous men tilted hats
Country cowgirls in skirts
Corsets set on fire
Careening to music
Crystallography,... stop
Calm returns, silent floor.
October 17, 2020
Sponsor: Joseph May
Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
cowboy
hired ranch hand
tends cattle on horseback
ignores potential risk factors
roundup
Tribute To The
American Cowboys / Cowgirls
Ride Em High
on a wooden floor
between heaven and earth
doin the electric slide
givin it all we're worth
steel guitars and country twang
cowboy hats and a longneck night
boots sliding smooth or tapping in time
cowgirls step high and right in line
dancing late in the moon's light
no work tomorrow, it's Saturday night
come on baby, just one more dance
cowboy up, let's do another
A Cowboy lives his life,
From sunrise to sunset.
Hard work, calloused hands,
And a bunk to hang his hat.
Riding, roping, branding,
It's all for a week's pay.
Come Friday night it's time,
To chase the blues away.
A few cold beers in hand,
A Cowgirls twirling skirt.
It helps a man forget,
The hard days in the dirt.
But when the fun is done,
And the sun starts to grin.
It's time to grab the reins,
And Cowboy up again.
I was once your cowgirl and you were my Indian
This was in the San Joaquin valley of California that you planted your seed in me
Boy did we have a pow wow
It was a delicious experience and made me think of the
arrival of the Mayflower so long ago
Yes, I was your cowgirl at the ripe age of forty
And, you looked like such a beautiful Native American Indian
Together we played cowgirls and Indians
He's nine years beautiful
Dusty little towns
West of the Great Divide
Where great-grandchildren of cowboys
On ranches still reside.
Small western museums
With local antiquities inside;
Native American artifacts,
Some horse tack for a cowboy's ride.
There among the fancy
Are two dresses hemmed above the knee,
20's Jazz Age fashion
Worn far from the speak-easy.
Caused a bit of an uproar,
As they danced on the sawdust floor.
Who were these rebel cowgirls,
These flappers from western lore?