Ridin' the Range: I Don't usually Toot My own horn, but I'm honored by this.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I Don't usually Toot My own horn, but I'm honored by this.

http://www.cowboypoetry.com/winner.htm#Brian

I've entered cowboy poems on this website for quite a few years, along with hundreds of other people. So this really shocked me when I recieved an email informing that my poem "The Cows Go Out". had been considered as a winner for the coveted Lariat Laureate winner. (I was one of the 8 seconds). Hope you enjoy the web site.

3 comments:

S'mee said...: This is so awesome! And coincidental! Seriously, just yesterday I was bragging up that very poem to a friend of mine who is moving to Midway, where they have a cowboy poet festival...any who, I was telling them about how wonderful your poems are and especially this one! eeeeeeee! I am so excited for you!; June 11, 2009 at 12:56 PM
Julie Harward said...: GO AHEAD AND TOOT...your poems are wonderful! I have no doubt that one day you and those cute boys (who recite poems so good) will be famous!! Way to go~; June 11, 2009 at 5:38 PM
DrGooch said...: HUGE congratulations! I enjoyed your commentary about the morning you found the inspiration for the poem. I've been there on that cool morning, smelling and hearing the roundup; and I am just as squeamish about city life as you described. My English teachers were always fit to be tied that my nose was in a Louis L'Amour book.

I grew up in a town like yours and have spent my life trying to figure out how to get back...

I enjoy your blog immensly. Thanks!; June 11, 2009 at 10:57 PM

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Grown Cowmen

I'm not a country girl I was city born and bred
But a cowboy chose me for his wife so I've learnt rural ways instead.
He must a thought I'd do O.K. when he Chose to tie the knot,
Cause I sure aint nothin' special, But look at what I got!
I got a man to raise my boys and teach them how to live
By raising cows and sheep and such. Some may think it primitive.
But let me tell you what I've learned in this ranchin' moms career.
When raisin' boys nothins better than a workin atmosphere.
Like that day we blew them dudes away, They was on a nature trek
When they came upon our cow herd and spooked 'em near to heck
Here they came right straight at us in their fancy nissan truck
and our cows was being stubborn and just wouldn't light a shuck.
Now I was on a horse that day and so were my to sons
One was six and one was seven and we was wishing we had guns.
Cause we were pushing cows that day and I mean it literally
And ornery bovine aint much cause for acting cheerily.
But we eased them cows on by those dudes and shoved 'em round the bend.
Then that herd started moving fast and our pushin' met its end,
Cause they cut loose and headed south and we just let 'em go
and those dudes they drove on by us after watchin our little show.
We watched their truck drive down the road and stop by my boys dad
And when he met up with us for lunch he told us what they'd said.
See Dad was comin' up the road in our beat up little jeep
Cause my little girl was plumb wore out and thats where she was asleep.
He said those dudes had stopped him wonderin' who those cowBOYS were
They'd said they'd seen all those great big cows and figured they knew sure
That once they got on through the herd and out the other side
They'd run into some grown cowmen with ruff and suntanned hide.
They said they couldn't believe it when they got out the other end
And there were two little cowboys doin the job of 4 or 5 men.
Well' Dad he didn't say much he just nodded and kept on coming
But I'm sure as we finished pushing those cows that he was just a hummin'
Cause there was a button missin' off his shirt noticed only by me
And that man was just as proud as I think I'll ever see him be!
So always give me primitive, and a workin' atmosphere
And don't think I won't always fight to keep my cowboys here.