Welcome To The Bullpen Cowboy Poetry Section
The Bullpen is the arena where amature western authors can submit Western Short Stories and Cowboy Poetry, and have the opportunity to receive feedback from you, the readers.
This is the poetry section of the Bullpen.
For the most part, these authors are greenhorns and this is a forum to help them improve their craft. Feedback is very important to the continued growth of any writer so please give them the courtesy of CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and also let them know when they’ve done well. Please keep in mind this is a family oriented website and these authors may not yet be the professionals they hope to become. Your feedback should reflect that. But then again… you can be constructive and still be tough;
after all, this is the BULLPEN!
Fury So Hot, Hate So Black
Fury So Hot, Hate So Black
Tim Tobin
By night I stood, Did my job
And watched over
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Thank you for my gifts
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see
By day I worked, By night I watched
And cherished my gifts
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see
Spring came, Winter left
And there are crops to grow for
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see
Herder's Anthem
Herder's Anthem
Floyd Henderson
They rise to the sounds of cow camp awakenings
After a night of soft winds and coyote serenades
Drifting across the moonlit prairie and their dreams
But not invading the waddies' bone-weary slumbers
After ten miles of herding and catching dumb steers
Canny in the stick-to-it ways of tough cow ponies
That seem to know a cow critter's intent to jump herd
Or turn and hook a horse or rider on wicked horns
Backed by half a ton of cat-quick fury on the hoof.
Black Stetson
Black Stetson
Cherish Tuttle
Old tattered boots polished black,
wranglers worn and frayed,
western shirt light-blue, pearl snaps,
leathered cuffs and cow hide chaps.
Toughened man with perfect aim,
he packs his gun with pride.
handgun tied upon his hip,
quick hands win the fight.
He tells a story on the ranch,
blackout blizzard storm,
veins ran cold soon meeting death,
cattle breathing their last breath.
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