Cowboy Poetry

[Teresa]

Let me tell you of this place
Where peace and quiet reign
And gentle breezes touch your face
To make you smile again.

In this place of solitude
The senses come alive.
There is no loud, there is no rude,
I pray it will survive.

The Aspen quaking in the breeze
As rain begins to fall,
The elk are easing thru the trees
And I can see it all.

The morning sun will soon arise
To warm another day.
For now, the stars light up the skies
In their own special way.

Of course not all would care to see
The wonder of this place,
And that is surely fine with me,
They're caught up in "the race".

He may not see it on my face,
I know He hears my voice.
To thank The Maker for this place,
This is my church of choice.

[Teresa]

They walked in grinnin' ear to ear,

With another tale to tell.

Ol' Pete and Slim been here for years.

They new this country well.

They'd gathered up the neighbors strays,

Out near the old line shack.

Was just another of them days,

Until that calf turned back.

The two old timers knew to wait.

That calf would soon return.

But that new kid, who tested fate,

Had lessons yet to learn.

He busted out on that green colt,

And built himself a loop.

With his first swing the colt would bolt.

He didn't know the scoop.

He caught the calf in this attack,

As they went flying by.

But when that colt ran out of slack,

He pitched the kid sky high.

The cactus patch would take its toll,

When on the ground he lit.

All thru the patch this poor kid rolled.

It pained him now to sit.

He picked and pulled the needles out,

Without too much success.

They filled his clothes, there is no doubt.

He truly was a mess.

I'll make this story short and sweet.

The kid would walk a while,

With just his packers on his feet,

And nothing else but a smile

[Teresa]

An oldtimer had once told me, "Anyone can watch the sun go down, but you have to be able to listen to it to really enjoy it." I believe he was right.



Upon a warm September's eve, the sun was dipping low. I sat myself upon a rim, from there to watch the show.

The shadows were their longest now, as darkness soon would be. I closed my eyes and listened, to the sounds I couldn't see.

The quail chatted nervously, about to go to bed. The hoot-owl screeched a different tune. His whole night lay ahead.

The rock-chuck whistled one last cry, and from his warm rock, he did slide. The deer crept from the willows, No longer there to hide.

The coyote howled from up on top, before his nightly quest. The wasps that had been buzzing were now safe, within their nest.

The magpie and the meadowlark and rooster pheasant too, All said, "See you in the morning," and off to roost they flew.

The bobcat didn't say much as he tested out the air. The porcupine wandered to the creek to get a drink from there.

The nighthawks were coming about to life after hiding all day from the sun. The muskrat and the beaver splashed, either working or having fun.

And I can promise you one thing, you'll smile instead of frown, If you close your eyes and open your ears, and listen to the sun go down.