Biography of Kendra Tyler
I started writing then things were bad at my house when I was teenager. Everyone would read my poems and say I was good. But when ever I read them I thought they sounded dumb. No confindence... I started with friendship poems and love poems and broken hearted poems. Then I got into cowboy poetry. Being as A Cowgirl is part of my life style. I have quite a few of cowgirl poems. And a few outdoor poems. Mostly about fishing and Hunting. Writing got me thru alot of stuff in my life. I haven't written any books but I do have a few published in the International poetry society.
Kendra Tyler Poems
A Cowboy's Good-Bye
The time has come for me to say, Good-bye to cowboy friends. Through our trails may be miles apart. May our friendship never ends.
I Feel Like A River
Sometime I feel like a river Calm and peaceful going with the flows of life Full of beautiful and mysterious things Very complex waiting for discovery
Pullin' stickers from his hide That cowboy cussed his horse "Damned old mare just blowed right up Don't know what that source."
She's A Barrel Racing Angel
In the Arizona sunlight In the Colorado moonlight When she gets there, gonna feel alright Now she's feelin' so tired...
Where To Go
A young cowboy went to his partner His mind was laid heavy with doubt He asked, 'Could we vist a while It's hard figurin' everything out.'
Sometimes we sit and dream About the things we would die to do Not if you look into your heart You will see your dreams can come true
There something' that I left behind, What is it I just don't know? Maybe be the Indian heaven Mountains Trimmed with a foot or two of snow
Angel Of The Range
Her image is there on horseback In the mountains or even the plains Just beyond the reason of dreamers This angel of the range
Being A Cowgirl
Many people I meet Don't seem to understand Why a person in their senses Would want to be a cowhand
His eyes peered down the old rusted barbwire fence, His look became longing. As if in defense, his dry lips parted. And he began to say,
A Hunter's Favorite
A Hunter's Favorite When a man spends his life on horseback And the back country been his home There are things he learns to love
What Is A Cowgirl
What is a Cowgirl? They ask? And I say... A woman who lives in the far flung West Who's chosen to remain there Who loves the cowboy life the best
The saddle horn came up Punching me in the gut The back of my neck Bounced off his butt
It could be a log cabin In a clearing way up high Or a set of well used wall tents Crouched beneath an Autum sky
A Cowboy's Good-Bye
The time has come for me to say,
Good-bye to cowboy friends.
Through our trails may be miles apart.
May our friendship never ends.
This gather's going to be my last,
For soon I'm headed South.
When spring brandin' smoke is in the air
I'll shed a tear no doubt.