Welcome to the Cowboy Poetry Corner

Here you'll find some poetry I've collected from every source imaginable:



The Horses' Prayer

Feed me, give me water, and care for me, and when the day's
work is done, give me shelter, a clean bed, and a wide stall.

Talk to me. Your voice often substitutes for the reins for me.

Be good to me and I will serve you cheerfully and love you.

Don't jerk the reins and don't raise the whip.

Don't beat or kick me when I don't understand you,
But rather give me time to understand you.

Don't consider it disobedience if I don't follow your commands.
Perhaps there is a problem with my saddle and bridle or my hooves.

Check my teeth if I don't eat, maybe I have a toothache.
You know how that hurts

Don't halter me too short and please don't dock my tail...
It's my only protection against flies and mosquitoes.

And at the end, dear master, when I am no longer any use to you,
don't let me go hungry or freeze and please don't sell me.

Don't give me a master who'll slowly torture me to death and lets me starve
but rather be merciful and take care of me,
by letting me run and enjoy a warm pasture

Let me request this of you and please don't regard it as disrespectful
if I ask it the name of him who was born in a stable like me

Amen

author unknown



Died And Come Back To Life

Have you heard of those folks who claim to have died
and then come back to life?
They speak of a glimpse of a heavenly place
far from the world and it's strife.


The stories they have to tell have a common thread,
to a man they all contend
They found themselves in a long dark tunnel
with a light at the other end

There are the skeptics who doubt their descriptions;
they think it's mostly hot air
But I can confirm they're not blowin' smoke
'cause friends, I know, I was there.

I was entered up in the fall rodeo
and drawed a bull named Big Red.
Just when I had him, he bucked me clean off!
I lit right square on my head.

I hit the ground like a bag of loose salt,
knocked me plumb out, so they said.
Little stars twinkled around my brain,
for all I knew I was dead.

I righted myself, or thought that I did,
I think I swallered my chaw.
But there I was in that long dark tunnel,
I shivered at what I saw.

'Cause down at the end just like they had said
a light materialized.
I squinted my eyeballs and studied that light,
it was then I realized...

I was peekin' out through a button hole;
it's true, I have no defense.
So I quietly pulled my shirt back down,
and crawled back up on the fence

Baxter Black

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