»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #5
»
Scenes from a Cowboy's Life
| Open Poetry #5 |
|
Scenes from a Cowboy's Life |
|
|
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
|
Hear the clock alarming, Two hours before the sun- It’s said, and I believe it... That our work is never done. I drink my hot black coffee- It’s too early yet to eat... I have to catch the horses up And trim old Blackie’s feet. Walk out to the tack room “Saddle house” it’s called- Saddles on their “horses”, And bridles on the wall.... I love the smell of leather Sweat and saddle soap, To feel a well oiled latigo- A supple, cared-for rope. There’s not a thing about this life That isn’t great to me- I like the wind upon my face- I feel that I am free. There’s not a cow that I can’t drive Or horse that I can’t tame. I am a cowboy, born and bred- My only claim to fame. Twelve to fourteen hours- We slave out in the sun... Popping brush and prickly pear Each time one tries to run. Head aches from the branding fire The stench of hide and hair- It’s not a thing you can describe Unless a person’s there. The work is hard and dirty- The pay is poor at best.... If fame and fortune is your goal You’ll never stand the test. But if you have the wanderlust Were born with itching feet- A cowboy’s what you ought to be The lifestyle can’t be beat.. .. . Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html |
||
| © Copyright 2000 John R. Yaws - All Rights Reserved | |||
suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
GS: Your poems are of a cowboy's life and of wandering... but so many bring memories of my early years on a farm... I can smell the smells. *G* Great job!! |
||
SEA 
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Gunslinger, you tell such a great story- every time. I look forward to reading your poems. This was great!  -SEA |
||
|
Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
A far cry from the concrete jungle, and possibly, closer to heaven than one thinks. This world now has too few cowboys. The freedom of a cowboys life overshadows the hard life it must be. This poem deserves a trip back up top! Well done! DH |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
