- Cowboy Poetry -
CASEY'S CORRAL


 



Group of old timers playing poker at Cody saloon.
(Photo courtesy of Park County Wyoming Historical Society)

 

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AIN’T NOTHIN’ QUITE SO LONELY

An old abandoned house it was-
a broken-hearted place;
alone, again, with memories
that time did not erase.
As winds raced through its attic,
you could hear its timbers moan,
"Ain’t nothin’ quite so lonely
as a Christmas spent alone."

And out upon the prairie,
rode a cowboy, Christmas day.
His wife had long since passed on;
and his kids lived far away.
Each Christmas left him heartsick
like few other days he’d known.
Ain’t nothin’ quite so lonely
as a Christmas spent alone.

And up above the prairie
through the star-lit clouds up high,
Santa, reindeer, sleigh and elves
were traveling ‘cross the sky.
Finished! They were finished!
Their task was truly daunting-
to visit every family,
and leave no child a wanting.

But, it left his crew bone-weary-
with a journey home ahead.
Exhausted, drained, the crew now faced
the journey home with dread.
Tired, the crew and Santa too,
and traveling back so slow,
when Santa spied an empty house
just waiting, down below.

Then Santa made a bee-line
for the yard; and parked his sleigh.
He figured that his weary crew
would rest there Christmas day.
The house was just ecstatic
when they all walked through its door,
unpacked their sleighs, and lit a fire,
and sacked out on its floor.

* * * * * * * * * *

The cowboy saw the vacant house,
with curling, chimney smoke.
He figured there was someone there
who fueled the fire and stoked.
With a pine tree freshly axed to give
the occupant within,
he headed for the house with hope
he’d be invited in.

Well, Santa and his crew were pleased
to have a Christmas guest.
They asked the man to come on in
and stay awhile and rest.
The reindeer dashed into the house,
but no one cared a fig.
The cowboy yodeled up a storm;
and Santa danced a jig

Donner played a fiddle
and Vixen played a flute;
and Rudolph on his new tin horn
chimed in with a toot.
Dancer drummed an old tin pan
and Prancer sang a song;
and Rudolph on his new toy horn,
tooted right along.

If you’re wondering, dear Reader,
just how this story ends-
well the cowboy found a nice, warm house
with lots of kindly friends.
And the sad, old house was happy
and filled with Christmas cheer;
and memories that warmed its heart
all through the coming year.

And Santa long remembered
stopping there to rest.
Indeed, he thought that Christmas day
was just about the best.
He’d been alone when he got home
most Christmas days before.
They left him feeling empty
and wanting something more.

* * * ** * * * * *

The moral of this story-
for there is a moral here-
about what counts for Christmas,
for that day is drawing near….
what counts are friends and family!
Gift are over-blown!
Ain’t nothin’ quite so lonely
as a Christmas spent alone.

        Bette Wolf Duncan©2011

 

 

 

 

- COWBOY POETRY  -
 

It cost Me Mary Lou
My Pony's Feet
Sagebrush Sue
Tex Lafitte
Rainbows On The Brain

Black Sunday
Bull  That Brought Him Down
Johnny Reb
Imagine This Old Momma
Dying Cowboy's Prayer
Pretty Patch of Green
Never Mess With Hank
Makin' Do  
Matilda 'n Me
 

    Cowboy Poetry...A Remarkable Art Form           

 

 

 

- AND MORE COWBOY POETRY-
by  COWBOY WESTERN POETS
 

JIM HAWKINS                The Jag
CHARLES WILLIAMS       Cowbarn Cowboy
DEE JOHNSON                 The "Borried" Fiddle
BYRD WOODWARD          Cow Sense
RON MILLER                    Cowboy Poetry
VERLIN PITT                    The Cowboys
DAVID DILL                      A cowboy's Truck
ERICK LEE               Cowboy Poetry Gathering
JO LYNN KIRKWOOD       Last Roundup
CLARK CROUCH                 Antique Boots
JERRY SCHLEICHER    Catchin' The Local News
BOBBIE HUNTER               "Shoppin'
WOODY WOODRUFF        That Fatal Day
"DOC" HAYES                   Blowing Snow
SMOKE WADE                  Change Of Season
                                         Trailing The Herd

ABOUT THE WEBMASTER...Bette Wolf Duncan


 

                           

Dakota by Bette Duncan

Dakota

by Bette Duncan

    The Louisiana Territory, purchased for less than 5¢ an acre, was one of Thomas Jefferson's greatest contributions to his country. It doubled the size of the United States literally overnight, without a war or the loss of a single American life. Dakota presents a bird’s eye view of the transition of a segment of the Louisiana Purchase into the states of Montana, North Dakota, and Wyoming. Dakota offers historical data meshed with Western poetry, with each one of the book’s twenty-three poems contributing a relevant insight. Topics covered include subjects ranging from the Civil War in Montana, to the "Big Die-Up"of 1886-1887, to the myth and reality of the American West, to the end of the homesteading era. According to the author, Dakota is more than a collection of Western verse- it is a raft with twenty-three supporting logs that has skimmed o’er the river of Western history. Dakota paints a picture of the real west and some of its magnificent people.

  The author, Bette Wolf Duncan, was born and raised in southeastern Montana. She is the granddaughter of Montana homesteaders, and the great-granddaughter of some of the earliest settlers in North Dakota’s Red River Valley. Her late husband’s grandfather was one of the early ranchers in eastern Montana.

Learn Western history through vivid details meshed with poetry!

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ISBN 13 (TP): 978-1-4568-5365-5
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Bette Wolf Duncan
1755 S.E. 108th Street: Runnells, Iowa 50237
Tel. 1-515-966-2461
email - wacobelle@msn.com

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