A reminder well in advance that National Poetry Month is coming up in April, and this year, National Cowboy Poetry Week is April 17th to 23rd.
While y'all are awaitin' on me to post some o' my own cowboy poetry here, why don't y'all send me some o' your'n.
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Well, here's one I just finished and I'll run it by you. Thanks for your website.
Cowgirl Chorister
In a little country chapel, in a little country town,
the little gal was grapplin’ with a task that had her down.
Tho’ the preacher’d asked she lead the hymns, her talents weren’t in tune―
He’d stuck himself out on a limb, he found out all too soon.
She’d struggle, mess the words all up and mutilate the beats,
the congregation, all mixed up, was squirmin’ in their seats.
She lead three-four what said two-two, she’d start and stop and stall,
She’d stumble, stressed, and squint and guess at keepin’ time and all.
Her arms were shootin’ all around, goin’ every which way.
The organist found to rebound, he’d close his eyes and play!
We watched her fight her inner war (looked like half a sword fight)―
Shoot! Try some moves’n then some more―you might get somethin’ right!
But here the story takes a turn, a lesson starts to cook.
Determined something she could learn—she studied up the book…
And slowly gets the gist of it. And slowly gets it down.
And soon the folks is into it. And soon she’s comin’ round
With all the spark and fire it takes to really get ‘em goin’
and knowin’ what she’s doin’ makes for gettin’ juices flowin’―
Now when she leads ‘em in a song, vibrant voices ring―
No mumblin’ or hummin’ along, why, you can’t help but sing!
There’s a sober congregation in this little country town
as they enjoy the recollection how this thing’d had her down
And when we watch her wield her wand, a masters magic touch,
none can help but ponder on the way she fought and such
and every song’s a sermon taught that musters you with grit,
assured the Lord rewards a lot if we just try a bit.
And cowboys tend to foretell trends…and I’ve just got to say―
I knew just how she’d ride this bronc―her boots gave her away.
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