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Buckaroos |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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When that foreman said he wouldn't buck, I figured he should know... Though he called cowboys, "buckaroos"- And hailed from Idaho. He said, "Rope, old Tex, that snip-nosed bay, The pony's needin' rode." I couldn't know the last five hands, Who'd tried had gotten throwed. I saddled up and cheeked the fool, And found my leather chair. That crazy bronc tried all he knew To get me out of there. He'd buck up hill, Then like as not, Right off the other side. That foreman laughed, and caterwauled- And held his sides and cried. He said, "Hey, Tex, he feels his oats-" As he drug me 'neath an oak. Then laughed, and said, "Where I come from, We'd call that pony broke!" The man who'd had the ranch was old, He'd gotten sick, then died. We were roping three years old, To brand their wooley hides. From can to can't we worked them cows, A long, back-breaking day... We'd brand 'em, swallow-fork their ears, For very little pay. But every time we'd gather cows- My cows would get away... All I could do, was try my best, To ride that snip-nosed bay! I have to say, that day I learned- A Texan's sure to lose, When the foreman that he's workin' for, Calls cowboys, "buckaroos". [This message has been edited by Gunslinger (06-17-2003 06:24 AM).] |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
After all - A cowboy is a cowboy - They oughta know that...  You should publish a Gunslingin' Anthology, GS...  |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
As a matter of fact, I have, Nan. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed your Poem ARCTIC WIND |
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