CattleAnnie
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If you ever decide to get some of them published, please let me know. I'd love a signed copy.
Take care.
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Cattle Rack Rancher
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One of the benefits to posting on a public forum like this is you get automatic copyright, dated with witnesses.
sidney411
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CRR
Those are great! Why would you want to post them as guest? You are very talented and I really enjoyed reading your poems!
I am looking forward to reading more of your poems in the future!!!!
I hope you continue posting them!!!!
Those are great! Why would you want to post them as guest? You are very talented and I really enjoyed reading your poems!
I am looking forward to reading more of your poems in the future!!!!
I hope you continue posting them!!!!
Cattle Rack Rancher
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I was updating my profile at around 4:00 this morning and trying to grab a picture of a little Highland x Simm-Angus heifer calf and somehow it didn't take, so temporarily I had just an x. Now I've got a generic picture of a bull that looks almost exactly like the Tarentaise I have in my pasture.
But I will have my little calf sometime this weekend along possibly with another poem if I can get it done on time.
Cattle Rack Rancher
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A Simple Life
All I need is a little space,
For kids to grow, And calves to race.
A place with no lights or cars,
Where I can go out at night and see the stars.
I need a good horse and a pickup truck,
And a little rain, and a little luck.
A good woman to share my bed,
And a bit of a roof over my head.
A place where I can hear the summer breeze,
As it rustles through the tall oak trees.
Where I can sit down by its roots,
And rest there in my well worn boots.
A place with a garden row by row,
Where I can harvest vegetables as they grow.
That'll give me the best thing in the land which
Is a fresh tomato sandwich.
Just like bees are happy making honey,
For me its not about the money.
It just seems such a pity,
They can't get this in the city.
Copyright 2004
All I need is a little space,
For kids to grow, And calves to race.
A place with no lights or cars,
Where I can go out at night and see the stars.
I need a good horse and a pickup truck,
And a little rain, and a little luck.
A good woman to share my bed,
And a bit of a roof over my head.
A place where I can hear the summer breeze,
As it rustles through the tall oak trees.
Where I can sit down by its roots,
And rest there in my well worn boots.
A place with a garden row by row,
Where I can harvest vegetables as they grow.
That'll give me the best thing in the land which
Is a fresh tomato sandwich.
Just like bees are happy making honey,
For me its not about the money.
It just seems such a pity,
They can't get this in the city.
Copyright 2004
Cattle Rack Rancher
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Here's another one for all all my Canadian friends.
It was at the tender age of six,
I started learning farming tricks.
When Grandpa taught me on the tractor,
It seemed my height was not a factor.
With the old 'AR' and John Deere 'D',
I'd sit on a cushion so I could see.
And round and round the field I'd go,
Sowing wheat, oats, barley, row on row.
In the summer, there were auction sales,
And a couple of weeks of throwing bales.
After school, in fall, with a little luck,
I'd get to drive the big grain truck.
And when winter came, we'd feed the cattle.
At minus forty, it was quite a battle.
But now I'm grown, all six feet tall,
And it seems I'm going to lose it all.
Its not my fault, this bankruptcy,
Just one old cow with BSE.
Copyright 2004
It was at the tender age of six,
I started learning farming tricks.
When Grandpa taught me on the tractor,
It seemed my height was not a factor.
With the old 'AR' and John Deere 'D',
I'd sit on a cushion so I could see.
And round and round the field I'd go,
Sowing wheat, oats, barley, row on row.
In the summer, there were auction sales,
And a couple of weeks of throwing bales.
After school, in fall, with a little luck,
I'd get to drive the big grain truck.
And when winter came, we'd feed the cattle.
At minus forty, it was quite a battle.
But now I'm grown, all six feet tall,
And it seems I'm going to lose it all.
Its not my fault, this bankruptcy,
Just one old cow with BSE.
Copyright 2004
CattleAnnie
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Well done, CRR! That sure does sum it up.
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Take care.
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Take care.
cherokeeruby
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Beautiful. Maybe you should check into publishing your poetry. Or maybe getting a website just for poetry written by cattlemen in Canada, with a place for donations. Who knows, might save a farm or two.
Good Luck.
Good Luck.
CattleAnnie
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This one keeps haunting me lately. I first stumbled across it in college (ah, those glorious days). I guess it's just the way things are right now in our industry. Brings out all the darkness in the human soul.
Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favoured, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king-
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Take care.
Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favoured, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king-
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Take care.
Cattle Rack Rancher
Well-known member
The 'Beatles' did a song about that poem. I think the last line goes "but I work in his factory and now I wish that I could be Richard Cory".
Craig-TX
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Very poignant, CattleAnnie. For some reason, I'm not exactly sure why, it reminds me of a quote from one of my favorite authors. CS Lewis said You can't get second things by puting them first; you can get second things only by putting first things first. There is more to life than just life.
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I'm not sure if this is poetry , or rowdy drunk ballads, But here ya go::
Well ,,,, the liquor was spilt on the bar room floor,
and the bar was closed for the night!
When out from a hole crept a little brown mouse,
Well,, He lapped up the liquor on the bar room floor,
And on his haunches sat.
And all thru the night you could hear him shout..
Bring on the G.D. cat!!!
Well the cat came in at a quarter to four ,
and ate up the little brown mouse!
And the morale to this story is...
Never drink drinks on the house!!!!
Well ,,,, the liquor was spilt on the bar room floor,
and the bar was closed for the night!
When out from a hole crept a little brown mouse,
Well,, He lapped up the liquor on the bar room floor,
And on his haunches sat.
And all thru the night you could hear him shout..
Bring on the G.D. cat!!!
Well the cat came in at a quarter to four ,
and ate up the little brown mouse!
And the morale to this story is...
Never drink drinks on the house!!!!
Cattle Rack Rancher
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The Spirit of Dun (Jake the Kid, Part 2)
Back in the time before the west was won,
There lived an old ranger by the name of Dun.
He was a man who'd committed his life,
To tracking down those who were causing strife.
He rode a big chestnut stallion with intelligent eyes,
To look at it, you'd think it was wise.
Now Dun was a tracker of great renown,
Who'd never let a criminal down.
Over rocks and mountains tall,
He'd track the bandits winter to fall.
And across lakes and rivers wide,
He'd pick up the trail on the other side.
It was late in his life and Dun was getting old,
When he was tracking some bandits who'd stole some gold.
They ambushed him and shot him in the head,
And left him on the trail for dead.
But as Dun laid there on the trail,
And felt his life begin to fail.
Suddenly, he saw a medicine man,
Old and wrinkled with a natural tan.
And he said 'The creator has known and understood,
That you have been a force for good,
So he sent me on a vision quest,
To find you out here in the west.'
Then the old Indian took Dun by the hand,
And led him to the spirit land.
And he created a light inside Dun's horse,
And used it to pull in Dun's life force.
Then Dun awoke and became aware,
Of his four strong legs and his mane of hair.
His hearing was sharp, his pain was gone.
In the distance, he could smell a wolf and fawn.
And though there was no longer light,
He could see clearly in the night.
And all his human skills were there,
Along with horse sense and the coat of hair.
But he also had a certain sense,
And an inkling of distant events.
Then Dun went on a quest of his own,
To find the gunman, who was alone.
Copyright 2004
Back in the time before the west was won,
There lived an old ranger by the name of Dun.
He was a man who'd committed his life,
To tracking down those who were causing strife.
He rode a big chestnut stallion with intelligent eyes,
To look at it, you'd think it was wise.
Now Dun was a tracker of great renown,
Who'd never let a criminal down.
Over rocks and mountains tall,
He'd track the bandits winter to fall.
And across lakes and rivers wide,
He'd pick up the trail on the other side.
It was late in his life and Dun was getting old,
When he was tracking some bandits who'd stole some gold.
They ambushed him and shot him in the head,
And left him on the trail for dead.
But as Dun laid there on the trail,
And felt his life begin to fail.
Suddenly, he saw a medicine man,
Old and wrinkled with a natural tan.
And he said 'The creator has known and understood,
That you have been a force for good,
So he sent me on a vision quest,
To find you out here in the west.'
Then the old Indian took Dun by the hand,
And led him to the spirit land.
And he created a light inside Dun's horse,
And used it to pull in Dun's life force.
Then Dun awoke and became aware,
Of his four strong legs and his mane of hair.
His hearing was sharp, his pain was gone.
In the distance, he could smell a wolf and fawn.
And though there was no longer light,
He could see clearly in the night.
And all his human skills were there,
Along with horse sense and the coat of hair.
But he also had a certain sense,
And an inkling of distant events.
Then Dun went on a quest of his own,
To find the gunman, who was alone.
Copyright 2004
Mahoney Pursley Ranch
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CRR you really need to send some of these to a poetry publisher ! To protect yourself just put on the bottom of each poem,copyrighted and the year. you could also write a book of these and send it that way. You have a valuable resource in your ability to write poetry,don't waste it. You can make some real money writing. Good luck !
TheBullLady
Well-known member
Very good stuff Cattle Rack! I've sure enjoyed them! I can't imagine being that talented.. you're great!
sidney411
Well-known member
CCR - Your poems are a joy to read. Please keep them coming!
Cattle Rack Rancher
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I'd like to dedicate this one to my Grandfather. He was a great Teller of Tall Tales. He died 9 years ago this month.
When I get old
When I get old, at the end of my days,
I'll tell the kids how I walked to school, uphill both ways.
And how I'd wrap barbed wire around my bare feet,
So I could get some traction in the snow and sleet.
I'll tell them that I was so fast, I made lightning look slow,
And the people all marvelled at the things I would know.
I'll tell them how I was handsome, how women wanted me,
And how I had biceps the size of a tree,
And sometimes, just for fun, when no one was around,
I'd stick my hand in my back pocket and lift myself off the ground.
And to build up my strength, I'll say that every day one year,
I put a calf on my shoulders, 'til he was a 1000 pound steer.
I'll say then when I got hungry, I'd never fear,
I'd just get on a path and chase down a deer.
And after using my teeth to take off the peel,
I'd finish that animal off in one meal.
And when I'd finish my meal, and I was all full,
I'd take some time out, to go wrestle the bull.
And I'd throw him around until he'd had enough.
And I'll tell them 'That was back when bulls were still tough'
And I'll tell those kids that if they work hard, they'll see,
That maybe they'll be lucky and turn out like me.
But the best part is that if I live really long,
There'll be no one around to tell them I'm wrong.
Copyright 2004
When I get old
When I get old, at the end of my days,
I'll tell the kids how I walked to school, uphill both ways.
And how I'd wrap barbed wire around my bare feet,
So I could get some traction in the snow and sleet.
I'll tell them that I was so fast, I made lightning look slow,
And the people all marvelled at the things I would know.
I'll tell them how I was handsome, how women wanted me,
And how I had biceps the size of a tree,
And sometimes, just for fun, when no one was around,
I'd stick my hand in my back pocket and lift myself off the ground.
And to build up my strength, I'll say that every day one year,
I put a calf on my shoulders, 'til he was a 1000 pound steer.
I'll say then when I got hungry, I'd never fear,
I'd just get on a path and chase down a deer.
And after using my teeth to take off the peel,
I'd finish that animal off in one meal.
And when I'd finish my meal, and I was all full,
I'd take some time out, to go wrestle the bull.
And I'd throw him around until he'd had enough.
And I'll tell them 'That was back when bulls were still tough'
And I'll tell those kids that if they work hard, they'll see,
That maybe they'll be lucky and turn out like me.
But the best part is that if I live really long,
There'll be no one around to tell them I'm wrong.
Copyright 2004
Jake
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good one Cattle Rack, I'll join the chorus and say you need to get them published somewhere
