Northern Rancher
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Jinglebob I'm happy to say I outlasted that counterfeit S.O.B lol.
Where have all the poets gone????
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Northern Rancher
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Old Mac
They buried old Mac just yesterday
It's hard to believe he's gone
Seventy years on this old earth
And now he's sang his song.
Kicked in the head-by a Clyde cross colt
With feet like a dinner plate
The only thing bigger than that's colt feet
Is the size of his estate
Came across from the old sod
I think in '34
Lost his parent's to the flu bug
His brother's to the war
Never had time for a wife and kids
Too much work to be done
Grubbin' out a livin'
Working from sun to sun
To say he had a heart of stone
Was quite an understatement
The bugger's heart was made of flint
Covered up by a foot of pavement
He'd of made a cross bred politician
Had a spot in the history in the history pages
He was always liberal with the work
And conservative with the wages
I rode for him for thirty years
Everyone a trial
He had a firm and strong belief
You should go the extra mile
He wasn't totally impossible
His branding iron he would lend
A broken fence in the muskkeg
He'd let the neighbors mend
He had a herd of whiteface cows
As good as any around
Watched them 364 days a year
On Christmas I went to town
We did all things the hard way
Our hay was all loose stacked
Barb wire was our hinges
The gate posts tamarack
We did all our own range doctorin'
Didn't believe in vets
Handled tough calvings with a 30-30
Everything else with a lariat
He was a tough old SOB
Didn't believe in benefits
I got all the fresh cream I could squeeze
From a kickin' cow with two chapped tits
He did all the cookin'
Man did we ever gorge
Salt pork for dinner every day of the week
Breakfast always porridge
We didn't eat too high on the hog
It was his firm belief
We'd have to visit the neighbors
To taste our own raised beef
His idea of a great desert
Was a dish of homegrown dill pickles
His pockets were full of beaver crap
From squeezin' all his nickles
Yeah old Mac was quite a man
After him they broke the mold
Now that the old misers gone
His story can be told
Now there's something in my eyes
I'm blinking can't hardly see
The lawyer just called-and gave the news,
He left the ranch to me.
They buried old Mac just yesterday
It's hard to believe he's gone
Seventy years on this old earth
And now he's sang his song.
Kicked in the head-by a Clyde cross colt
With feet like a dinner plate
The only thing bigger than that's colt feet
Is the size of his estate
Came across from the old sod
I think in '34
Lost his parent's to the flu bug
His brother's to the war
Never had time for a wife and kids
Too much work to be done
Grubbin' out a livin'
Working from sun to sun
To say he had a heart of stone
Was quite an understatement
The bugger's heart was made of flint
Covered up by a foot of pavement
He'd of made a cross bred politician
Had a spot in the history in the history pages
He was always liberal with the work
And conservative with the wages
I rode for him for thirty years
Everyone a trial
He had a firm and strong belief
You should go the extra mile
He wasn't totally impossible
His branding iron he would lend
A broken fence in the muskkeg
He'd let the neighbors mend
He had a herd of whiteface cows
As good as any around
Watched them 364 days a year
On Christmas I went to town
We did all things the hard way
Our hay was all loose stacked
Barb wire was our hinges
The gate posts tamarack
We did all our own range doctorin'
Didn't believe in vets
Handled tough calvings with a 30-30
Everything else with a lariat
He was a tough old SOB
Didn't believe in benefits
I got all the fresh cream I could squeeze
From a kickin' cow with two chapped tits
He did all the cookin'
Man did we ever gorge
Salt pork for dinner every day of the week
Breakfast always porridge
We didn't eat too high on the hog
It was his firm belief
We'd have to visit the neighbors
To taste our own raised beef
His idea of a great desert
Was a dish of homegrown dill pickles
His pockets were full of beaver crap
From squeezin' all his nickles
Yeah old Mac was quite a man
After him they broke the mold
Now that the old misers gone
His story can be told
Now there's something in my eyes
I'm blinking can't hardly see
The lawyer just called-and gave the news,
He left the ranch to me.
sw,
I'm passing your poem on to some friends from church whose son in right now in "boot camp" for the special forces. They can't hear from him for ?15 weeks I believe they said.
There was some stress raising him but I'm sure they share your poem's sentiments.
I'm passing your poem on to some friends from church whose son in right now in "boot camp" for the special forces. They can't hear from him for ?15 weeks I believe they said.
There was some stress raising him but I'm sure they share your poem's sentiments.TXTibbs
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Kato said:Good one.
There once was a guy, TXtibbs,
Who's know to tell the odd fibs :wink:
Say's he knows a bird Al
With a horse for a pal,
Just to tickle our ribs.
I found a seagull named Hank
Who gave his wing quite a crank
I made a wing repair
Then set him down there
And he walked away with no thanks.
True Story. The gull walked down the road chasing grasshoppers without a care in the world. Travelled almost two miles before I chased him into the neighbour's pasture. Where he remains.
There once was a canuk named Kato
Who looked and smelled like a tomato
When the sun would shine
She'd rot on the vine
And start to look more like a potato! :lol:
Jinglebob
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Man, there is getting to be some wildly divergent stuff on this thread! 
Great poem sw.
Faster, go to cowboypoetry.com and they will have either of those poems or at least a place to get them. I thjink the one about the last fire has gone out was written by Yvonne Hollenbecks great grandfather, Ben Arnold. there is a book about him and it is really really good. the poem is on the last page. I think Red set it to music.
TX don't quit yer day job!
Great poem sw.
Faster, go to cowboypoetry.com and they will have either of those poems or at least a place to get them. I thjink the one about the last fire has gone out was written by Yvonne Hollenbecks great grandfather, Ben Arnold. there is a book about him and it is really really good. the poem is on the last page. I think Red set it to music.
TX don't quit yer day job!
Kato
Well-known member
Potato comments make me go "Ouch"
Unless they involve a couch
Where I love to recline
To think up a line
For a smart a*& response to a grouch.
This is fun!!! :lol2:
Unless they involve a couch
Where I love to recline
To think up a line
For a smart a*& response to a grouch.
This is fun!!! :lol2:
Faster horses
Well-known member
I asked for the words to a poem
On a site where the cowboys roam
One answered my request
At Cowboy Poetry he's the best
And I appreciate that I've come to know'im!!! :roll: :wink:
On a site where the cowboys roam
One answered my request
At Cowboy Poetry he's the best
And I appreciate that I've come to know'im!!! :roll: :wink:
Been There
Well-known member
When you're sortin' cattle,
use some restraint,
when your sweety is helpin',
or you'll find she ain't.
That goes for daughters,
and Blue Heelers too.
If you holler at them
they'll walk out on you.
use some restraint,
when your sweety is helpin',
or you'll find she ain't.
That goes for daughters,
and Blue Heelers too.
If you holler at them
they'll walk out on you.
Kato
Well-known member
A fine day for making hay
Took supper to my guy
Tailgate supper, lots of laughs
Then off to home I fly.
Now I see a little spot
For which I was not prepared
A little duck, right out of luck
Was lost and running scared.
Well, what to do I asked myself
For the poor little guy was doomed
He'd lost his momma and his brothers
The future was full of gloom
So I stopped the truck and got right out
And picked the little guy up
We backed on up to the closest pond
But no momma duck showed up
Now here I stand with a duck in my hand
That no one wants to own
Time to find another place
The little guy needs a home.
Away we go to the neighbour's pond
The home of fifty ducks
Perhaps someone in this small lake
Will help us change our luck
Park the truck and take the duck
Down to the water's side
A family swims across the way
Duck jumps in an takes off in a glide
Straight to the brood with a mighty squawk
The little guy does swim
After a moment of milling around
He settles himself right in
I know they say you shouldn't butt in
When nature does it's dance
But a cute little duck who is right out of luck
Deserves to have a chance
True story. Happened yesterday.
Took supper to my guy
Tailgate supper, lots of laughs
Then off to home I fly.
Now I see a little spot
For which I was not prepared
A little duck, right out of luck
Was lost and running scared.
Well, what to do I asked myself
For the poor little guy was doomed
He'd lost his momma and his brothers
The future was full of gloom
So I stopped the truck and got right out
And picked the little guy up
We backed on up to the closest pond
But no momma duck showed up
Now here I stand with a duck in my hand
That no one wants to own
Time to find another place
The little guy needs a home.
Away we go to the neighbour's pond
The home of fifty ducks
Perhaps someone in this small lake
Will help us change our luck
Park the truck and take the duck
Down to the water's side
A family swims across the way
Duck jumps in an takes off in a glide
Straight to the brood with a mighty squawk
The little guy does swim
After a moment of milling around
He settles himself right in
I know they say you shouldn't butt in
When nature does it's dance
But a cute little duck who is right out of luck
Deserves to have a chance
True story. Happened yesterday.
Faster horses
Well-known member
TO EVERYBODY:
:clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap:
Y'all done good!! Don't stop! Don't stop!
:clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap:
Y'all done good!! Don't stop! Don't stop!
katrina
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See jane run.
See dick run.
Spot can run. :roll: :roll: :roll:
See dick run.
Spot can run. :roll: :roll: :roll:
Big Muddy rancher
Well-known member
FLEAS
ADAM
HAD"EM
ADAM
HAD"EM
Northern Rancher
Well-known member
If Only
Spent the last 40 years
Riding one range or another
Seen it all-did it twice
Been everything but a mother
Hung around Wyoming way
Riding broncs and throwing twine
If only he could spur a horse
He'd of got along just fine
Rode pens in West Texas
Ear cattle from old Mexico
On a sway backed buckskin mare
Whose only speed was slow
Wound up in a poker game
With a cow trader from outa state
Lost his wages,rig, and something else
Half his upper plate
Got showed the road
First thing in the morning light
Would still have his money and his teeth
If only he could fight
Headed south for Deadwood
Just like old Wild Bill
A college girl in a lowcut dress
Promised him a thrill
Promised her through thick anf thin
He'd be hers to have and hold
He'd of married her by God
If only his feet weren't cold
For a joke-reached in his poke
Tried the gates of skill
Checked out through the hotel window
Cause he couldn't pay his bill
Hopped a bull rack down to Utah
The land of Brigham Young
Got drunk and stole a horse
Just about got hung
Spent the summer down in Provo
Inside the federal pen
He'd of got the dadgunm horse
If it hadn't whinnied then
A sheep camp in Soputh Dakota
Was his next lot in life
Sleeping with two collie dogs
Shaving with his knife
It was a good and simple life
Deserved a second look
If only dogs could fix fence
If only sheep could cook
Then one day in early May
He knew he had to go
1500 lambing ewes
A foot of fresh wet snow
To the north-he sallied forth
The land of water and pine
Horse bogged in a muskkeg
Darn near broke his spine
Jumped a bus down to Calgary
Just a time for the Stampede
Bought a share in a million dollar stud horse
If only it would breed
Through all his travels
Says he never broke a sweat
I don't know old pard-it appears
YOU'VE BEEN RODE HARD AND PUT AWAY WET!!!
Spent the last 40 years
Riding one range or another
Seen it all-did it twice
Been everything but a mother
Hung around Wyoming way
Riding broncs and throwing twine
If only he could spur a horse
He'd of got along just fine
Rode pens in West Texas
Ear cattle from old Mexico
On a sway backed buckskin mare
Whose only speed was slow
Wound up in a poker game
With a cow trader from outa state
Lost his wages,rig, and something else
Half his upper plate
Got showed the road
First thing in the morning light
Would still have his money and his teeth
If only he could fight
Headed south for Deadwood
Just like old Wild Bill
A college girl in a lowcut dress
Promised him a thrill
Promised her through thick anf thin
He'd be hers to have and hold
He'd of married her by God
If only his feet weren't cold
For a joke-reached in his poke
Tried the gates of skill
Checked out through the hotel window
Cause he couldn't pay his bill
Hopped a bull rack down to Utah
The land of Brigham Young
Got drunk and stole a horse
Just about got hung
Spent the summer down in Provo
Inside the federal pen
He'd of got the dadgunm horse
If it hadn't whinnied then
A sheep camp in Soputh Dakota
Was his next lot in life
Sleeping with two collie dogs
Shaving with his knife
It was a good and simple life
Deserved a second look
If only dogs could fix fence
If only sheep could cook
Then one day in early May
He knew he had to go
1500 lambing ewes
A foot of fresh wet snow
To the north-he sallied forth
The land of water and pine
Horse bogged in a muskkeg
Darn near broke his spine
Jumped a bus down to Calgary
Just a time for the Stampede
Bought a share in a million dollar stud horse
If only it would breed
Through all his travels
Says he never broke a sweat
I don't know old pard-it appears
YOU'VE BEEN RODE HARD AND PUT AWAY WET!!!
Hanta Yo
Well-known member
Kato said:A fine day for making hay
Took supper to my guy
Tailgate supper, lots of laughs
Then off to home I fly.
Now I see a little spot
For which I was not prepared
A little duck, right out of luck
Was lost and running scared.
Well, what to do I asked myself
For the poor little guy was doomed
He'd lost his momma and his brothers
The future was full of gloom
So I stopped the truck and got right out
And picked the little guy up
We backed on up to the closest pond
But no momma duck showed up
Now here I stand with a duck in my hand
That no one wants to own
Time to find another place
The little guy needs a home.
Away we go to the neighbour's pond
The home of fifty ducks
Perhaps someone in this small lake
Will help us change our luck
Park the truck and take the duck
Down to the water's side
A family swims across the way
Duck jumps in an takes off in a glide
Straight to the brood with a mighty squawk
The little guy does swim
After a moment of milling around
He settles himself right in
I know they say you shouldn't butt in
When nature does it's dance
But a cute little duck who is right out of luck
Deserves to have a chance
True story. Happened yesterday.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
ranchwife
Well-known member
Boy.....when you ask a question on ranchers net you most certainly get an answer!! I ask where all the poets had gone and I guess we found 'em!!! Keep 'em coming, folks!!! Give me something to smile about (or down right laugh, in some cases---kato, katrina, bmr, txtibbs :wink: )!!!!!
Keep 'em coming, folks!!! Give me something to smile about (or down right laugh, in some cases---kato, katrina, bmr, txtibbs :wink: )!!!!!Northern Rancher
Well-known member
nr lets just say it's a rich tapestry of me and some of my illustrious compatriots.
Shelly
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Northern Rancher said:
Holy s***, that there's some big words for first thing in the morning! :wink:
