Pony Express Christmas Card Ride
You asked about our Christmas here.
Do reindeer pull the sleigh
to carry loads of gifts and cheer?
Hoofed beasts we have, they eat fine hay
and in the rain or snow and cold
deliver Christmas cards, as gay
and warming as the cheer of old.
You’ll hear the hoof-beats – not on roof
but Main Street paved with lamplight gold.
The Pony rides on clopping hoof
with saddlebags packed safe and tight –
good leather and quite weather-proof.
Chaps and Stetsons, what a sight,
they leave the packs of mail right here.
An Old-West sort of Yule delight.
Categories:
stetsons, christmas, history, holiday,
Form: Terza Rima
Chicago's been dubbed the windy town,
but Great Falls has that tag nailed down.
If you're facing Montana's fierce wind,
you're moving where you didn't intend.
Prairie grass rolls like ocean waves,
tumbleweed mounds resemble graves.
Aspen leaves' fluttery swirls abound,
scarcely settling their golden mound.
Longhorns stay bunched within a draw,
hoping the wind will soon lose claw.
Snow gusts into drifts high and wide,
pickups and hay-balers shrouded inside.
Who sent this wild, careless wind
the bronco busters cannot unbend?
This, I suppose, could be left unsaid:
Keep those Stetsons jammed on your head!
Categories:
stetsons, wind,
Form: Rhyme
HE:
I like my Stetsons tall
and my women small;
leather and laces in
all the right places!
SHE:
So I bought the orchid myself
and pretended you sent it.
We dined, drank, danced
and made love
and I pretended you meant it.
Categories:
stetsons, love,
Form: I do not know?
TEXAS
Is a vast place, bigger than France, and in many ways much more interesting.
El Capitan reef, the Pecos, the Panhandle, all conjure up more imagination
Than a truckload of Monmartres, a shovelful of escargot, or a herd of poodles
Heaven for me must have stetsons and not guys with chic scarves and wineglasses,
Women who can jump a quarter-horse and round up a hundred maverick longhorn,
Not wasp-waisted scowlers with absurd dresses mincing on imaginary tightropes
Categories:
stetsons, places
Form: Light Verse
The world was a cold place
in the time of hats.
The past, and would be present place
a cold place.
Fedoras, Stetsons, and Stovepipe hats
Scottish Tam o’shanters, Raccoon caps
and feathered headdresses,
lay upon the pate of man.
The world was a cold place,
small critters fled from the trappers lures.
Beaver and rabbit skins made up
Chimney Pots hats for
frontiersmen and Presidents.
The West was far and wide,
the Indians, the buffalo,
and the wild mustangs
roamed the range, free.
The world was a cold place
and folks needed to cover their scalps
IF they want to keep them.
Hats are returning now
for the world is again a cold place
more than the little critters should run in fear.
Categories:
stetsons, adventure, cowboy-western, education, history,
Form: Free verse