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Cowboy Poetry by Douglas Polk


Douglas Polk is a poet living in the wilds of central Nebraska with his wife and two boys. He has had numerous poems, three books of poems and two childrens books published. The titles of his poetry books include: In My Defence, The Defence Rests and On Appeal. The titles of his childrens books are: The Legend of Garle Pond and Marie's Home.







Two Poems by Douglas Polk

Thickets
Grandpas Barn

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Two Poems by Douglas Polk

Tractor Stop
Morning Talks

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The Matron Hand
Douglas Polk

at sixty years of age,
she pulled the first calf of the season yesterday,

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The Potentate

Douglas Polk

a dusty stetson on his head,
whiskers of white outline a face,
full of lines and wrinkles,
a pallor of gray,

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The Accident

Douglas Polk

she ran her pickup through the store front across the street,
last time into town to get some feed,

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Three Poems by Douglas Polk

A Forgotten Age
The Old Barn
After The Snow

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Three poems by Douglas Polk

Lightning
Winter Morning
The Home Place

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Two Poems by Douglas Polk

Winter Wonderland
Bunkhouse Games

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Three Poems by Douglas Polk

Eastern Winds
Bringing in the Horses
Rainy Days

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Three Poems by Douglas Polk

Rural Roots
Loss
The Winds of the Plains

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Two Poems by Douglas Polk
Ponderings and A Cowboy Soul

Ponderings

Douglas Polk

hay baled instead of stacked,
the cages and the sweeps,
sit idly behind the house,

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Two poems by Douglas Polk
Best Day of the Year and Old Cowboys Fading Away.

The Best Day of the Year

Douglas Polk

up before dawn,
horses saddled and ready,
neighbors and friends arrive with the sun,
pickups with riders young and old,
pulling horse trailers filled with mounts,
for all who want to partake,

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Two poems By Douglas Polk

Sun and Sand, Butts

Sun and Sand

Douglas Polk

fixing fence in the middle of a blowout,
in the middle of the flyover land,
nothing within view but sun and sand,

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Serenity
Douglas Polk

bored from the summer heat,
Billy decides to see if he can break Old Gray,
word travels at breakneck speed,
everyone finding their way to the corral,
at the end of the day,
to possibly watch history being made,

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Water Break

Douglas Polk

a water break,
stop at the mill,
and fill the thermos,
listening to the meadowlark singing in the distance,
while awaiting my turn to drink,

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Two poems by author Douglas Polk

Summer Heat
Explosions

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Four poems by author Doug Polk

County Fair Time
An Off Day
Horseback
Obsolete

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Wahoo
Douglas Polk

an appaloosa white with spots,
brown and gray,
cost three hundred dollars,

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Stockyards
Douglas Polk

before the sun up,
kids would ride their bikes to the edge of town,
to see the cowboys,
working the stockyards,

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The Soddy
Douglas Polk

the soddy on the calving place,
a favorite place to be,
walls made of sod,
three foot deep,

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Hollywood

Douglas Polk

Hollywood was his name,
given when first seen riding a horse,
an extra on a movie set,

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Fencing with my Brother

Douglas Polk

a perfectionist all his life,
structure and order seemed to calm an inner strife,
a method for everything,

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Two Poems by Douglas Polk

Doctoring
Douglas Polk

cattle sorted,
and run through the chutes,
health checked,
and shots given,
working the alleyway,
_______________

Change
Douglas Polk

he rides an ATV,
he says horses not his thing,
I wonder about the years ahead,

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Two Poems By Douglas Polk


Boots on the Fence Posts
Douglas Polk

cowboy boots on fence posts,
memorials to the dead,

Walking Stick
Douglas Polk

Grandma used a walking stick,
not for support,
or out of need,
more habit than anything else,

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Monkey Face
Douglas Polk

Monkey Face, 
the calf that got away,
roaming my Grandpa's farm,
wild and crazy,

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The Branding

Douglas Polk

branding time,
optimism high,
except for my son,
his girlfriend would not talk to him,
heard the calf bawl,
called branding inhumane,
I stayed out of it,

The Estate Sale

Douglas Polk

the auctioneer starts with the machinery,
before selling the land,
more suits and ties seen,
then cowboy hats or boots,

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Fly over Land
Douglas Polk

the open plains,
fly over land,
unoccupied for hundreds of years,
its past unknown,
awaiting the horse,
to reveal its secrets,
and gifts,

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The Dude
Douglas Polk

he wore a ten gallon hat,
and spurs,
big enough to catch the wind,
everyone thought him a dandy,

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City Girls
Douglas Polk

heading off to college in a few days,
my son asked me about city girls,
were they wild?
were they spoiled?
told him I dated a city girl once,
brought her home from college to meet my folks,
during calving season,

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Two poems by Douglas Polk

Snowstorm and Snow Day

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Three poems by Douglas Polk

Untamed, Western Maid and Holdout

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No Shortcuts to Success
And three other poems by Douglas Polk

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Winter Chores

Doug Polk
 
the mills checked,
ice broken and hauled out,
the job,
bone numbing cold,

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The Scout

Doug Polk
 
the neighbors called him, "the scout",
because he always seemed prepared,
not because he drove an international of the same name,
wasn't til I worked for him,
I learned the truth,
he wasn't prepared,

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Old 439
Douglas Polk

cow with ear tag 439,
ought read 666,

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Greeting the Day
Douglas Polk

slipping out the door into the morning darkness,
the day begins,
whistling as I open the corral gate,
silhouettes appear on the hill overlooking the house,
in the barn,
the lights turned on,
and oats dumped into the trough,
running the length of the stalls,

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The Monument
Douglas Polk

the fence line straight,
the barbed wire strung tight,
a monument to the life,
the old man lived,

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The Bookkeeper
Douglas Polk

the books of the operation,
kept on the wall of the barn,
by the doctoring stall,
with a stub nosed pencil,

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Prairie Flower
Douglas Polk

ball cap on her head,
pigtails out the back,
jeans tucked into boots,
caked with mud,
sexy,

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A Different Age
Douglas Polk

Domino,
Grandpa's prized bull,
would do anything for a bit of cake,
during winter feedings,
my brother broke him to ride,
Dad raised hell about that,

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Hero
Douglas Polk

smelling of tobacco,
he always rolls his own,
don't trust store bought smokes,
or idiots for that matter,
asked for advice,
his expression never changes,
only his eyes,

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Haying Time
Douglas Polk

down from the hills,
haying time here,
sickles sharpened,
roll out the old John Deeres,

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Summer Time Fun
Douglas Polk

been fixing fence,
but the wind won't blow,
the sand still bakes,
jeans and skin,
creosote caked,

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Old Charley
Douglas Polk

Old Charley was a plodder,
my brothers called him a plug,
but he was the horse to get,
when Dad wanted to get things done,

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Cowboy Chaps
Douglas Polk

a pair of cowboy chaps,
Grandpa gave to me,
bought for an uncle,
hardly worn,

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Fence Building
Douglas Polk

post holes dug,
ten paces apart,
dug deep,
to the top of the handles of the diggers,

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The Ranch Pickup
Douglas Polk

the old ranch pickup went up for sale today,
wish it could have retired behind the barn,
and only driven when the grandkids visited for the summer,
but times are just too hard,

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Two Poems by Douglas Polk

Misunderstood

Douglas Polk

the daughter home from college,
with her new beau,
came to talk of the future,
_________
Gates

Grandpa and I would salt and cake,
he'd drive the pickup,
I'd get the gates,
my older brothers thought I a fool,
getting gate after gate,


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The Dreamer
Douglas Polk

the coffee hairy,
Curly must have just added another cup of grounds,
to the already potent brew,

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Ms. Patches
Douglas Polk

riding through the pasture,
she looks up to me,
with "please" in her eyes,
she'd have these cattle lined out,
and ready to trail,
if I would just say the word,

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The Rancher's Wife
Douglas Polk

her eyes have a faraway look,
as if comfortable looking to the horizon,
and open spaces,

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Old Hands
Douglas Polk

the old cowboy at the end of the bar,
talked with his hands,
when he set his beer down,
his hands would dance,
as he told his story,

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Douglas Polk

the daughter home from college,
with her new beau,
came to talk of the future,
the ranch no longer wanted,
or valued,


Gates
Grandpa and I would salt and cake,
he'd drive the pickup,
I'd get the gates,




Two Poems by Douglas Polk

Casey
Douglas Polk

Casey munches his oats,
as I curry his coat,
removing the halter,
I fit the hackamore into place,

Sale Day
Douglas Polk

cattle in the coral,
ready when the trucks arrive,
up the chute and out of our lives,
Sale day today,

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Two poems for your perusal by
Douglas Polk

The Weekend
Doug Polk

rodeo and dance the broad sheet read,
when the sleepy little town grows to three times its size,
but only for the weekend,
cowboys bored and hoping for glory,
come to town for the rodeo,

Daydreams
Doug Polk

stock tank empty,
the windmill still,
pumpjack broke,
and the wind won't blow,

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The Second Hand Horse
Douglas Polk

First day I rode him,
fell in love,
the gent had him saddled and ready to go,
when I pulled into the yard,
rode that beast all day long,
seemed a steal,
loaded in my horse trailer,
bought and paid for,
and on the way home,

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The Roundup
Douglas Polk

cows bawl,
the Apocalypse finally here,
cows and calves separated and sorted,
decisions made for the coming year,

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Spring
Douglas Polk

Spring is here,
with fences to repair,
damaged by winter drifts,
needing to be stretched and spliced,
tiedowns to be dug,

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Calving Time
Douglas Polk

The cold bites into face and hands,
my horse stomps his impatience,
while the heavys counted and identified,
two missing means this ride not quite over,

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Two by Douglas Polk

An Old Hand
Douglas Polk

He expresses more with a look,
than words could ever say,

No Water
Douglas Polk

No wind today,
the horses to saddle,
no water for either,
I or the cattle,

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