Buffalo Chips: A Collection of Western Poems

By Ron Peevey

His love of the old west and his love of his new found wife, Julie, were his biggest inspirations, although he writes about everyday things also.
Ron lives in Hobson, Montana and is teaching construction to high school students. They build one house in a school year in Lewistown, Montana and he hopes to continue building until he is forced to retire.
Ron participates in the annual Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Lewistown and has since he moved to Montana.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481765268

Ron Peevey

Ron Peevey wrote his first poem when he was ten years old, 1951. He included that poem on the first page and each page after that is in chronological order as he wrote them. You may notice a great span from his first to the next in 1994. Ron started his life in Erick, Oklahoma and moved to California when he was nine. He became a general contractor and had a small ranchette where he had five horses, chickens, geese and goats. He got tired of the way of life there after 42 years and decided to move to Montana, a life long dream. That’s when and where he was inspired to start writing poems again.

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CONTENTS

1.     THE SHERRIFF AND THE CLAW

2.     A HEAVENLY GLOW

3.     SANTA CLAUS, MY ALBATROSS

4.     FLYING HIGH

5.     GET ALONG LITTLE DOGGIE

6.     LIFE OF A COWBOY

7.     TUMBLING TUMBLEWEED

8.     OUR LITTLE CHURCH ON THE HILL

9.     SANTA’S COOKIES

10.   FLOYD THE COWHAND

11.   CORN-FED VENISON

12.   THE IRON HORSE

13.   MY COLONOSCOPY

14.   THE PHANTOM WOLF

15.   YOUNG BUFFALO HUNTER

16.   SUPREMACY

17.   WINTER IN A LINE SHACK

18.   SO YOU WANT TO BE A COWBOY

19.   COWBOY CHRISTMAS

20.   CHRISTMAS IS HERE

21.   FAREWELL TO ROY ROGERS

22.   ODE TO HOBSON FIRE AND AMBULANCE

23.   TUMBLEWEED

24.   CHRISTMAS TIME TO ME

25.   CHRISTMAS IN HOBSON

26.   HOBSON, MONTANA

27.   CHRISTMAS TIME

28.   FIFTH GENERATION FARMER

29.   THE CHRISTMAS STORY

30.   THIS OLD HAT

31.   GRANDMA’S HOMEMADE ICE CREAM

32.   THE YOUNG OUTLAWS

33.   THE MEMORIAL CROSS

34.   THE GARDEN MEETING

35.   MY BEAUTIFUL ROSE

36.   JULIE ANNE

37.   THIS OLD BARN AND ME

38.   THE THUNDERING HERD

39.   BUFFALO CHIPS

40.   A FATHERS KIDS, LOST AND FOUND

41.   MY GRANDPA, THE BLACKSMITH

42.   CHUCK WAGON GRUB

43.   HORSE TRADER I’M NOT

44.   MY HUMBLE CHRISTMAS CARD

45.   MY COWGIRL

46.   A COWBOY’S DREAM

47.   THE BAD OMEN

48.   THE MEADOWBROOK INN

49.   AMARILLO BEN

50.   KELLY

51.   THE UTICA TRAILER CLUB

52.   THE OXEN YOKE INN

53.   RESCUE NINE ONE ONE

54.   THE WINTER OF 96’

55.   DOERR’S MIDDLE FORK RANCH

56.   A LONG WAY TO LUNCH

57.   FLOYD

58.   CIRCLE BAR RANCH BRANDING

59.   CHARLIE RUSSELL’S MONTANA HEAVEN

60.   LONESOME JOHNNY

61.   MAN WITH NO NAME

62.   THE MIKKELSEN HEREFORD

THE SHERRIFF AND THE CLAW

1950

Jim the sheriff and his five deputys

Came walking down the street

The Claw and his gang had just robbed the bank

And there the ones they hopped to meet.

The street was left blank

For everyone knew the Claw

Had just robbed the Bank

When all at once, up went a flaming arrow

It went stright for a ally wich was very narrow

It was a signal to the Claw that

The sheriff was coming

And his gunners started gunning.

Jim sneaked around behind the Claw

The Claw saw him and drawed

And Jim drawed, fired

And that finished it all

Jims deputies kept shooting till the

Heard everyone of the Claws men fall

Once more that little town was saved by

The sheriff from the Claw

A HEAVENLY GLOW

March 28, 2012

When someone leaves us that we love and care about so much

We feel betrayed and all alone and the world lies in a hush

They were our inspiration and seemed to have an inner-light

That would take away our fears and light up our night

Even though that light goes out on earth, they leave us with a heavenly glow

That even in death that light shines and helps our spirituality grow

As that light shines down on us and shows us the glowing way

We see that light and it reminds us that their love is here to stay

Art was for me that inspiration and inner-light that always made everything alright

I could always depend on his insight and wisdom to make my problems seem slight

I will love and miss him deeply for all he was to me

I’ll miss our talks and his laughter that he gave so free

Although he went on the path we will all eventually go

I’ll always and forever miss him and his heavenly glow

SANTA CLAUS, MY ALBATROSS

2012

After a trip to California to visit my family

I was on my way home on a super jet

When all at once the plane veered to the right

That was a surprise I won’t soon forget

I looked out the window to see what had happened

Only to see a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer

With a little fat man sitting at the reins

Almost getting ran over, you could see his fear

Trying to sop up my spilled drink with a napkin

Wondering what in the world I had just seen

I looked around me to see if any one else

Was shocked by this out of the plane scene

Now Santa Claus I thought was just a myth

And something that only small children believe

But I just saw him with my own doughtful eyes

And a fact like this is really hard to achieve

I decided no one else had seen what I just did

So I wasn’t going to say a word about it

No one would believe what I had to say anyway

People would think I was having some kind of a fit

Deciding to keep my mouth shut about the whole

Thing, then we had our biggest delay so far

We had to circle for half an hour because there was

An unidentified flying object spotted on the radar

Finally landing, I couldn’t wait to get off

That plane and get my luggage and be gone

All I wanted to do was get in my car and

Point it down the highway headed for home

About half way home I had another scare

Slamming on my brakes and sliding to a halt

Crossing in front of me was that same sleigh

And reindeer and this too wasn’t my fault

That little fat man just waved and shouted out

Something I couldn’t make out too clear

I had a little something I wanted to shout

Also but it’s not something for most ears to hear

Finally getting home very late I tried to explain

What had happened to my unbelieving wife

She laughed and said I was out of my mind

I could already feel a lot of anger and strife

About the time I was getting over my mad

On my roof there was a really loud crash

My wife looked at me and I looked at her

Then I ran outside as quickly as a flash

I looked up just in time for a large bundle

To come crashing down around my head

The bag was filled with toys of every kind

It must have fallen out of Santa’s sled

Why me? Of all the houses in the world

It had to land on this very spot, my house

I’m starting to think Santa Claus is a menace

Instead of jolly he’s more like a louse

I’m loudly expressing my feeling to my wife

When there was suddenly a clattering on my roof top

I’m thinking what now and I looked out the window

To see the man in red hit the ground with a flop

He gathered up his toys and casually threw

The bundle adeptly over his shoulder

And rose to the roof and into his sleigh

Now how could anyone be any boulder

I ran back out side to be covered from

Head to toe with shingles and snow

He tore up my roof with his sleigh and

Reindeer as off into the night he did go

The next morning while I’m still fuming

At the damage and frustration caused by this fat man

Who’s supposed to bring so much happiness and

Cheer to all the world but I’m certainly no fan

That’s when I noticed the gifts under our tree

That weren’t there the miserable night before

We opened them up and guess what, they were

From Santa, so, I guess he evened up the score

FLYING HIGH

April 13, 2012

You know, I’ve always been fascinated with flying

Altho the thought scares the bejeevers out of me

Why, I can just climb up a few steps of a ladder

And me lying on the ground is all I can see

Then, one day I was talking to this pal of mine

About this fascination of flying that I seek

And he said he had