Poetry by Mountain Cowgirl Faye

[Mountain Cowgirl]

Cowboy Attire

City folk buying clothes at a ranch supply store
Doesn't make them equal to the cowboys of lore
All the ads at the rodeo announcing all the name brands
Doesn't make real cowboys out of city folk in the stands

Real cow folks wear apparel that is functional for chore
Not the latest advertised styles that make sales soar
From cotton flannel to denim to real USA leather
Ranch folks are prepared for all kinds of weather

 

[Mountain Cowgirl]

Solar Eclipse in John Day Ranch Country

One hot day the month of August summer of the year 2017
Large crowds from all over the world gathered in the Steens
To party and witness the total solar event, a rare eclipse
There were truckloads of weed that hung from the viewer's lips
And thousands of gallon of cold brew that went down in sips

Some clad in shorts some no tops some nude some bikini-clad
The music was loud food was everywhere what a time they had
Many assumed humble positions of worship when it all went black
Cameras were focused everywhere documentation wouldn't lack
Just like that, it was all over, sights set for home everyone went back

 

[Mountain Cowgirl]

Old Cowgirl Isolation Blues

The old ranch woman was a talker, then she started to cry
Talked about her family and friends, now six feet in the ground
Bout all the wounds that would not heal with teardrops in her eye
Pulled out a bottle and took a swig then I choked a swallow down

Talked about a life of freedom, all about her roots
About the old days, the trials, and all the apple pie
Don't believe I could walk a half-mile in her boots
Don't know why mean people live but good ones die

Her bottle filled with teardrops as we sat on the general store bench
Her words uttered before she went silent chilled me clear to the bone
About evil people, her being forced to mask, distancing, and such stench
To reach an old age now being isolated away from her ranch family home

Her ride arrived for her new seniors home, her bottle now emptied of booze
Teardrop filled so I tossed it, rode slowly back home feeling the isolation blues

 

[Mountain Cowgirl]

Advanced Years Ranch Woman Work

Chasing cattle out of the timber into the break
Thoughts of such now cause my body to ache
Squatted by the campfire roasting a beef dog
Is ranch history, I can no longer hop like a frog

All the hype about my years of gold
Are different than all the stories I was told
At the rainbow's end, there is no gold-filled pot
Just aches and pains and nights that are hot

No more early mornings turning around a breech
Now I push computer keys tell my stories and preach
All about life on a ranch with its glory and bore
Despite my stiff fingers that are now getting sore

 

[leanin' H]

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