Gordon Jerome

Cowpokes Poem - Poem by Gordon Jerome

In these open lands where coyotes roam
this weary cowpoke calls his home
with my companion hobbled and the fire lit
the daylights gone so here I sit
I roll a smoke and give it a light
and settle in for a long cold night
some dry ole biscuits and beef jerk in a bag
thats dinner for the night when your riding drag
now I drink my coffee thats sat all day
while the sounds of the night begin to play
I sit here and hum some ole cowpokes song
while a distant coyote howls along
the rain rolls up so I don my slicker
as the flames in the fire jump and flicker
down in the canyon the young calfs bawl
their hungry pleas echoing off the wall
its a life of freedom hard and rough
if you live this life you best be tough
tough as nails and skin like leather
ready to ride in all kinds of weather
so if these lands you still wish to roam
remember I warned you in this ole cowpokes poem.
'closing thought'
Remember your companion you have rode all day
for their well being helps you earn your pay

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010

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