Cowboy Poetry: Coffee Table Tid Bits

By Frank Lott

A lot of the poetry in this book is based upon experiences of my own, and many more of my poems stem from other events that I have firsthand knowledge of. My ancestors came to America in the late 1600s, so I have a lot of family history to draw on. Also, I have tossed in a few which I hope will create a bit of humor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662468414

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The Old Barn

There’s deer horns nailed on the old barn wall

And saddles hanging in front of the horse stalls

For years, the old barn has stood

And there are many stories in its weathered wood

The date 1928 carved into one of its walls

Was from the family riding out a storm and the old barn saved them all

Caught without warning as a killer hurricane approached

The roads were washed out and they had nowhere to go

They knew the clapboard house would never stand

So, they waded through water to the barn, leading children by the hand

As the wind howled and the water rose above the stall gates

They climbed up into the hayloft to await their fate

Finally, the sun rose and the wind began to lay

They had survived and thanked God in their own way

Developers have offered big money for the old homeplace

But to see the old barn destroyed would be a disgrace

Because along with six sisters and brothers

The other child in the hayloft that night was my mother

So out of respect, for as long I’m able and I can

I’ll keep the old barn repaired and let it stand

The Bronc

It’s now or never, let the hair go with the hide

Spur him deep, cowboy, and give him a ride

You’ve lost your hat, cowboy, it’s on the ground

And they can hear him bellow clean to town

Every time he bucks spur him again

And he’ll soon figure out that he can’t win

That’s how it is and always was

Buck him out first then train him with love

He’s a smart one I can see it in his eye

And if you slip, he’ll toss you a mile high

He’s sunfishing and giving it all he’s got

But hang on cowboy and soon he’ll start to trot

You’ll have him then, just a matter of time

And in a few days, he’ll turn on a dime

Yea that’s how it is and always was

Buck him out first then train him with love

I’ve seen some rank ones over the years

Bite and kick you as they flatten their ears

But they’re the ones that turn out the best

Make you glad you got him and not the rest

Well, you’ve bucked him out and he’s started to trot

So be gentle now, cowboy, and he’ll give you all he’s got

Yea, that’s how it is and always was

Buck ’em out first then train ’em with love

The Old Cowboy

He’s roped a big bull and getting drug along

He’s roped a big bull and he’s all alone

He’s a big bull and he means to win

He’s bigger than his horse by half again

He’s an ole cowboy, one of the best

And he knows for a real cowboy this is the test

The young guys think he’s over the hill

But he’s got him roped and he knows it’s real

He’s been here a few times before

And he thanks God he brought a good horse

The bull slobbers, bellows, and tosses his head

Cowboys have tried this and wound up dead

This bull gored two horses and nearly killed a man

And he means to get him or make his last stand

His horse is dug in holding all that he can

And so far, it’s all