Texas Cowboy Poems

Dalton lived in the north Texas plain,
working a ranch he owned for five years,
a small spread, but it brought some money in,
some solace after all...

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Charley my wheel horse says that Jim is a yack, always jawing now.
They are both scrunchers, they nearly swallow their teeth on chow.
Jim is unsalted,...

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cowgirl stomping
rodeo romping
pasture clomping
faster chomping
joyful cowgirl boots

embroidered with a flower
wrinkled from a shower
with all kinds of kicking power
cowgirl stomping romping clomping boots...

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It’s high noon in Armadillo Texas Sheriff cat announced in her way.
Her sidekick, Deputy Mouse Whiskers smiled and decided to stay.
They strapped on cowboy hats,...

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A shootout took place on a Texas street
Cowboy Luke, the rancher and horse thief, Pete
Sun was high overhead
Noon, a body lay dead
Pete's blood staining the...

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Cock-a-doodle-doo! Time is come for you 
to raise yer head, get out of bed.
Strum a note or two.

If you cain’t strum, pick and grin –...

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Hung up my saddle and its reins
Now I'll count the losses and gains
My reputation's got some stains
I've still got Texas in my veins
 
I got...

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Cowboy rides horse cowboy boots in stirrups
Cowboy hat waving in hand, yeehaw it’s grand,
Cowgirl is on the range!  Lasso by corral
Appaloosa horse hurrah! ...

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I've got a tiger by the tail
Its plain to see came a Buck Owens wail
From the jukebox hidden near the bar
In a West Texas dance...

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The Tale of Billy Flynn
Billy Flynn looked skyward
As the fire slowly died
The embers dancing gaily
They had a hard days ride

He looked down at the fire
At...

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wind is coming in
sun is just showing
horses are watered
fire is glowing

movement is starting
the camp is awake
cookie is working
there's breakfast to make

no fancy croissants
or drinks laced...

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His skin like the patina of worn out leather,
burnt and cracked from many hours in the sun.
Across the wide plains in the hot Texas weather,
he...

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At 27,123 pounds, Gertrude was at her finest, and friskiest weight.
She said to everyone she met, “Hey, I weigh over a ton, isn’t this terrifically...

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I.
Luther Deits was a good friend of whiskey,
not fond of cutting herds or pushing plows,
a young buck full of juice, barely twenty,
he lived only for...

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It’s good to be a cowboy,
just ask my old friend Dane,
who spends his days riding
across the Texas plains,
working for a big ranch,
he cuts, lassos, and...

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