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The BC Cowboy Heritage Society
Cowboy Poetry Page
Cowboy Poets, Cowboy Poetry, and Cowboy Poems are all part of Cowboy Heritage! We try
to promote and preserve our cowboy heritage, and cowboy poetry is a way of doing this.
If you write Cowboy Poetry, and would like us to use one of your poems on this page,
then send us an email including your poem, and we'll see about getting it on here!
Email: cowboys@bcchs.com
We have decided to only share a couple of poems with you on this page,
so for more Cowboy Poetry check out the internet's premier cowboy poetry site,
www.CowboyPoetry.com
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GaLynne Millard
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Mereline Griffith
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Tom King
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GaLynne Millard
Hi Mark, Just finished this poem today and thought I'd send it off for your perusal; if it's good enough you can put it
on your poetry page. GaLynne Millard, Vanderhoof, BC
THOUGHTS OF A COWBOY |
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Give me the wind in my face
blue skies overhead
A good horse beneath me
and a spot for my bed
My face is as wrinkled as old leather boots
my hat's misshapen and torn
The jeans I'm wearin' were clean last week
but they're faded and honestly worn
Ridin' the range and handlin' cattle
are the only two jobs that I know
I've been at it for many long years
and my age is beginin' to show
I ain't got much to call my own
'cept my saddle, spurs and boots
Never took much time in my life
to put down any kind of roots
Might be someday that there'll come a time
when this life just ain't enough
I'll need a roof o'er my head
and the living maybe not quite so rough
But for right now I'm plumb content
to roam and just be free
Enjoying all Mother Nature's delights,
just my old horse, the cattle and me
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GaLynne Millard © 2010
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Mereline Griffith
This was written for my nephew Captain Brian Griffith, who was
in Afghanistan in 2009. This poem is meant to be an inspiration to
anyone who has, or has had loved ones in Afghanistan. Mereline
He's In God's Hands
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Dust blows across the round pen,
a silence greets the dawn
A gate swings sadly in the wind,
the horses are all gone
The pleasant sound of morning chores,
are missing on this day
No feeding sounds, no jingle bob's,
the cowboy's gone away
His saddle hangs there in the barn,
the bridle's on the wall
The cowboy's in Afghanistan,
he's answering a call
It's a call to serve humanity,
in a hostile war-torn land
He's gone to fight for freedom,
in a country we don't understand
With pride he serves his country,
with sorrow he must part
He's left behind his loved ones,
now carried in his heart
His mission in this foreign place,
is a role that he must play
But the sacrifice is beyond compare,
as he goes to join the fray
But that long trail home is built on hope,
and it's blessed by humble prayer
It's washed by many countless tears,
and it's maintained by those who care
Now snow blows across the round-pen,
winter's spread across our land
In a few more months, he'll be home,
and for now, he's in God's hands.
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Mereline Griffith © 2011
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Tim King
Hi Mark,
Jest thought I'd share a little ditty I wrote based on a tale told to me over Christmas by a gent over Trochu way. As with
all the writing I do, the events in this poem are true! And if you believe that............ I threw in Eldon's cartoon if
you wanna use it.
Tom
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This story goes back a number of years, to nineteen fifty three.
I'll try and remember the course of events and how it was told to me.
Jim Cunningham was twelve years old and ready t' take on the world.
His Pa and him was doin' chores and here's how the tale unfurled.
Early April, spring in the air, the barnyard was gettin' soft.
"This yard is surely startin' to stink!" Jim pondered with ev'ry waft.
I'm thinking Jim should tell the yarn 'casin' I miss some details.
"Cause here's where stuff gets outta hand and ev'rything derails!
"Pa had hauled a couple loads with the mare and her colt of three.
They was steppin' up real nice so Pa handed the reins to me."
"Now Son" he says, with voice quite firm, "ONE thing you need to know.
I don't care how bad the wreck, don't you EVER LET GO!!!"
Proud as punch I take the reins and step up behind the crap.
The stone boat starts out smooth enough and I'm a happy chap!
Everything was goin' smooth, 'twas like the thing had wheels.
The pin popped out and the double tree hit the colt square in the heels!
Things got suddenly western, the horses in full flight.
Consequences n'er crossed my mind as I faced a horrible plight.
My Pa's stern warning in my ears to 'never, ever let go!'
My mouth was filled with manure as I'm madly screaming 'WHOA."
Jerked off my feet I ploughed head first through that stinkin', crappy mess
and after a gallop through barnyard soup I finally come to rest.
Them horses came to a screachin' halt outside the ol' barn door.
My Pa couldn't speak, he was doubled over an' lettin' out a roar.
My boots was full, my shirt and pants was covered with permanent stains
There was crap in my hair, my teeth, my eyes but I STILL HAD THE REINS!!!
I weren't allowed in the house that day 'till I stripped off all my clothes
an' I think they went to the burnin' barrel but only Mama knows.
Pa was proud of my tenacity and promised a new factor.
"Next time we clean the barnyard Son, I'll let you drive the tractor!!"
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Tom King © 2011
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