Cowboy Poetry

Cowboy poetry is a part of the Old West, written by those who love the ranching life--the experiences and dreams, the culture and heritage of their ancestors. Cowboy poetry has spread across the country in vast waves of popularity. Annual gatherings are held from California to the Carolinas. Amarillo has monthly gatherings, as far as we know, the only monthly event of its kind. Every second Saturday morning at the Big Texan Steak Ranch, Amarillo, TX they start at 8:00. Bring your family to these wonderful family-oriented programs. You’ll be welcome.
 
                                                             For One Who Sold His Saddle

                                            The cowboy sagged against the bar; His faded eyes were sad.
                                            A guy beside him turned to say, “My friend, you sure look bad.”
                                            He bowed his head, “The bank foreclosed; I’ve lost all that I own.
                                            My wife died several years ago And now I’m all alone.

                                            “The kids are grown, they’ve moved away. They come back now and then,
                                             But still, our family fell apart. It won’t be whole again.
                                             Won’t help the grandkids learn the land On early horseback ride;
                                             Won’t teach them code of heritage Or thrill of cowboy pride. 
            
                                             “I won’t be movin’ herds no more, won’t hear those dogies bawl;
                                             I won’t be ridin’ like the wind, Enjoyin’ prairie’s call. 
                                             I guess I’ll have to move to town, And won’t know anyone; 
                                             My pards won’t stop to chew the fat The way they’ve always done.”

                                             The barmaid heard his tale of woe, And reached to touch his hand;
                                             “You need to be with ranching folks, ‘cause they’ll sure understand.
                                             Some cities have their gatherings Where westerm folks collect
                                             As cowboy poets entertain wth verses they select
 
                                             Of  thrills and spills on cattle drives, and cattle herds that roam;
                                              It’s old time Spirit of the West, where you’ll feel right at home.
                                              These cowboy poets help preserve the heart of western creed,
 f                                             Of heritage and country pride in dying cowboy breed.”

For more information on cowboy poetry events in the area, see upcoming events on the Home Page, or call Ivan Cates,  353-5617,
or me at 374-4354.