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~ Forgive This Old Cowboy…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn cowboy, Poetry15 Comments


I’ve run long and hard down this trail we call life
it’s been filled with heartache and been filled with strife
I’ve taken some things with my gun, fist and knife
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you

Some times I’ve flirted with a filly or two
there have been times when I chased a drink or two
I sometimes didn’t do what I said I’d do
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you

I have gambled away a paycheck or two
I’ve told some white lies but never one to you
Have I hidden cards? Maybe more than a few
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you

I have cussed like a sailor on Friday night
Never was accused of being too polite
Had a hard time telling what’s wrong and what’s right
But I swear, I’ve always been faithful to you

Now I’m near the end of this dusty old trail
I’ve tried to make you proud but I’ve always failed
You needed the sun but I’ve forever paled
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you

Now I have lost the trail in this setting sun
You deserved a good man but I wasn’t one
I hope you’ll find what you need after I’m gone
Remember, I’ve always been faithful to you

~ Porches…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn cowboy, Poetry10 Comments

I have known many porches throughout the years
some adorned in laughter and some wrought with tears
Porches where warm breezes floated o’er the plains
and the sunlight shimmered ‘cross green waves of grain

Porches below mountains that stood tall and proud
their snowcapped peaks towering into the clouds
Porches where sea mist fell across our faces
and ships horns faded to faraway places

Porches lost in the shadows of steel and glass
the sky had no sunshine and yards had no grass
Porches that looked out across strange foreign lands
some with views of forests, some jungles, some sand

Porches ‘neath a sky filled with millions of stars
miles away from the closest ribbon of cars
Porches where the song of birds greeted each day
and summer breezes brought the smell of fresh hay

Porches from where I’ve watched the day start anew
and sunsets that filled the sky with wondrous hue
No matter the time, the place or the weather
I’ve loved all the porches we’ve shared together

~ Wishin’ I Was a Real Cowboy…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn cowboy, Poetry2 Comments

I am not quite a genuine cowboy
but I know that somewhere deep down inside
If I had only been born way back when
I could surely punch cows, rope, brand and ride

I always wanted to be a cowhand
Oh what a glorious life that would be
riding along with the herd cross the land
living a life that was simple and free

I’d rise before the sun started to shine
ride all day under the sweltering heat
fifteen hours a day for nearly no pay
just a biscuit and a few beans to eat

I could help a thousand head to birth calves
with cold wind a blowin’ rain down my back
or ride along a thousand miles of fence
spend a winter in a leaky line shack

When on a drive and “breakin’ day” gets called
though I was froze stiff, wet, muddy and damp
I’d roll out of bed to stretch these old bones
they would hear the popping clear cross the camp

I s’pose that now I think hard about it
maybe cowboyin’ just ain’t quite right for me
Perhaps I’ll stay here in my writer’s room
Riding the range through cowboy poetry

‘Prairie Time’- a collection of poems and prose from a wannabee cowboy

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