Big Muddy rancher
Well-known member
I thought this great poem of Empty Pockets needed a post of it's own.
EmptyPockets wrote:
I was going back thru some of the poems I wrote over time and this one jumped out at me. Kind of reminded me of AZ.
The Real Thing
I'm outta here he said with a growl
And stomped out into the yard
He made his way to the bunkhouse
Started shoving things in his bag, real hard
I'm a cowboy and never been nothing else
This place just aint right for me
I need to find something with other cowboys
Where days are spent ridin prairie.
I won't touch no dam old tractor
So don't even bother to ask
Cowpunchin is my one & only thing
I will not do a cityboy task
He said here is my resume'
And said go ahead spread this around
There's a cabin out near the badlands
For now that's where I'll be found
I looked at this small piece of paper
Printed on the back of a little matchbook
Handwritten with a broken lead pencil
After a glance, I gave it a good look
It said " availible a real good cowboy"
I'm one of a very rare breed
I bring a good horse and saddle
So a ranch job is all that I need.
I've years and years of experience
Of bringing in all kinds of strays
There ain't no terrain too rough or tough
I've rode them all in my days
I've worked a lot of big ranches
And they all liked and respected my art
Like you, they were sad to see me go
Now don't you go falling apart.
I have lots and lots of good friends
Not a single enemy do I know
Sure there's a few I don't care for
Them folks that just like to blow!
So if you're looking for a genuine cowboy
The kind that big ranches desperately need
I'm one of the rare, unique and forgotten
PS... My computer requires high speed!
How many times do you figure this might have taken place?
EmptyPockets wrote:
I was going back thru some of the poems I wrote over time and this one jumped out at me. Kind of reminded me of AZ.
The Real Thing
I'm outta here he said with a growl
And stomped out into the yard
He made his way to the bunkhouse
Started shoving things in his bag, real hard
I'm a cowboy and never been nothing else
This place just aint right for me
I need to find something with other cowboys
Where days are spent ridin prairie.
I won't touch no dam old tractor
So don't even bother to ask
Cowpunchin is my one & only thing
I will not do a cityboy task
He said here is my resume'
And said go ahead spread this around
There's a cabin out near the badlands
For now that's where I'll be found
I looked at this small piece of paper
Printed on the back of a little matchbook
Handwritten with a broken lead pencil
After a glance, I gave it a good look
It said " availible a real good cowboy"
I'm one of a very rare breed
I bring a good horse and saddle
So a ranch job is all that I need.
I've years and years of experience
Of bringing in all kinds of strays
There ain't no terrain too rough or tough
I've rode them all in my days
I've worked a lot of big ranches
And they all liked and respected my art
Like you, they were sad to see me go
Now don't you go falling apart.
I have lots and lots of good friends
Not a single enemy do I know
Sure there's a few I don't care for
Them folks that just like to blow!
So if you're looking for a genuine cowboy
The kind that big ranches desperately need
I'm one of the rare, unique and forgotten
PS... My computer requires high speed!
How many times do you figure this might have taken place?