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POEM . . . THE MOUNTAIN MAN

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THE MOUNTAIN MAN

My uncle Roy was a bugle boy
In the Seventh Cavalry
He busted his ass blowin that brass
In the summer of 33

His family were killed by Quantrell's raiders
When he was just a lad
And being the youngest of the bunch
No wonder he went bad

He grew up fighten and raising Hell
Like so many of his time
So he figgered he better join the Army
And get away from his life of crime

The Army suited him quite well
And gave him a place to grow
But when the injun wars started out West
He couldn't wait to go

So he rode out West with all the rest
To the land of the wily Cheyenne
And that is where, so I been told,
That he became a man

He was mustered out, round about,
Eighteen thirty eight
When the Oregon country called to him
And it was to be his fate

To become a trapper and hunter as well
And live the outdoor way
And to nature be true and to Rendezvous
And to always have his say

The years went by and he settled in
Near the river of Deschutes
But the mountains west he loved the best
And they would hold his roots

The Cascade Range is what their called
And beauty is their mark
The summer livin is just plain easy
But winter is no lark

The snow that falls and wind that blows
And the frost that covers the ground
Will put you to a greater test
Than anything you have found

"Ol Roy" begin to wonder about
helping to protect this land
so he and a bunch got together
and discussed the problems at hand

They needed a crew they could put together
And fight if they needed to
To protect the area that had become home
For more than just a few

They finally had it figgered out
So the plans were laid
To gather a group of Mountain Men
And call it "The Cascade Brigade "

And that's the history of this group
That is still in force today
And as a member of this bunch
I live the "Mountain Man" way.

written by oldman5286
 
I like the poem but as a poet myself I feel when someone does a historical piece they owe the readers to be accurate with the dates, ect.
This one doesn't jive for me, maybe you could explain it a bit. :?
 
Sorry, Big Muddy. I write these things for my own enjoyment, hopeing that someone else may enjoy them along the way. I traded in my cow $hip covered boots for a job driving truck years ago so I ain't no smart guy. If I can get into the correct century, it's good enough for me. I'll be sure that I don't post any more that could be considered historic. Thanks for the critique.
 
oldman5286 said:
Sorry, Big Muddy. I write these things for my own enjoyment, hopeing that someone else may enjoy them along the way. I traded in my cow $hip covered boots for a job driving truck years ago so I ain't no smart guy. If I can get into the correct century, it's good enough for me. I'll be sure that I don't post any more that could be considered historic. Thanks for the critique.

That's not what I am trying to get across, Keep writing poems but do a little checking out to get things in order. In just a couple of minutes on Google I found that the 7th was formed in 1866, Quantrill did most of his nasty work between 1861 and 1865, The glory days of the mountain men was before the civil war ie Kit Carson and Jim Bridger.
Your writing flows nice and has good rhyme but I was trying to put the time line together as I read it.
I scribbled most of my poems hammering down the road in a old cab over Mack. They were written on the back of brand manifests. By the time I got them home I could hardly read my writing. :shock:
 
:)
all is good.when i'm pondering and writing,,,rhyme and rhythm,,,come second in order. :) :) keep them come'n oldman 5286 :)
 

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