Post by Kelley on Apr 12, 2006 21:48:15 GMT -5
These are actually a few poems that I was inspired to write before the arrival of the movie. I had read the short story, by Annie Proulx and enjoyed it very much.
Cowboy Love
I first met him on one mysterious evening in July, near those broken mountains.
In the bunkhouse my thoughts of him weren't too strange;
Listening to his music an' gazing into my eyes most serious like says he:
"I shore do love you pardner!"
This man with his boots, buckles and spurs took me by surprise then said to me:
"Shore would like to go fer a ride with you in my pickup truck!"
Then we were just two, spritely cowboys riding fiercly on the range.
"God is a mighty being, I can see him clearly in you," says he with a glance.
"...and like the broncs at the rodeo, what I see is the spirit in your eyes."
"Let's make this life we have into a grand rodeo - I'll show you how."
to maneuver them bulls an ropin' them steers, we rough-ridin' men.
No one knowin' the secret love for things not showin'.
Who but us doggies could understand the love between two cowboys?
C. Nathan Chavez © 2005
He Loves Them Darn Cowboys
He loves them darn cowboys, more than the rest,
Ropin' an a ridin' an doin' what they do best.
If it be on the long cattle run, or in the bunkhouse.
He's guessin' he would shore 'nuff die with 'em
Rather than be trapped with those city folk.
Like some kind of a church-mouse louse.
He ain't got nothin' against them dudes in the city,
But they can't hold a candle to them men that get gritty.
There's nothin' like busting the bronc an' ridin' the bull;
Like ridin' a tornado, it's all that he can darn think of
That gives him at great thrill and makes his joys roll.
Lovin' those darn cowboys, is better than any kind o' love.
Like his boots, buckles and spurs that he is most fond of t'day,
Theren't much much a cowboy who loves cowboys can say.
An' Like the Alamo, a cowboy should remember his kind,
Even if it seems at times bein' put to the test.
And the map ain't always the territory for one to find...
He loves them darn cowboys, more than the rest.
C. Nathan Chavez © 2005
Pardners In Time
Cowboys are buds, leastwise should be.
Not telling others, we know things,
What others couldn't possibly fathom,
About losing that 8 second rodeo,
About the loneliness of the range;
Stern steers working against our wills,
Piloting the doggies like careless children.
Like a mystic blue feeling...
Our brotherhood understands, transcends.
One cowboy for another goes beyond words,
Can almost feel the grief or happiness,
Like some kind of sixth sense,
But won't always tell the other,
Just a pat on the back or...
With a "Can I get ya another coffee bud?"
You just knowed when things be right.
You just knowed, because you feel so light.
Thanks bud, thanks for sharing
Your bedroll with me,
Next time it will be mine.
C. Nathan Chavez © 2005
Cowboy Love
I first met him on one mysterious evening in July, near those broken mountains.
In the bunkhouse my thoughts of him weren't too strange;
Listening to his music an' gazing into my eyes most serious like says he:
"I shore do love you pardner!"
This man with his boots, buckles and spurs took me by surprise then said to me:
"Shore would like to go fer a ride with you in my pickup truck!"
Then we were just two, spritely cowboys riding fiercly on the range.
"God is a mighty being, I can see him clearly in you," says he with a glance.
"...and like the broncs at the rodeo, what I see is the spirit in your eyes."
"Let's make this life we have into a grand rodeo - I'll show you how."
to maneuver them bulls an ropin' them steers, we rough-ridin' men.
No one knowin' the secret love for things not showin'.
Who but us doggies could understand the love between two cowboys?
C. Nathan Chavez © 2005
He Loves Them Darn Cowboys
He loves them darn cowboys, more than the rest,
Ropin' an a ridin' an doin' what they do best.
If it be on the long cattle run, or in the bunkhouse.
He's guessin' he would shore 'nuff die with 'em
Rather than be trapped with those city folk.
Like some kind of a church-mouse louse.
He ain't got nothin' against them dudes in the city,
But they can't hold a candle to them men that get gritty.
There's nothin' like busting the bronc an' ridin' the bull;
Like ridin' a tornado, it's all that he can darn think of
That gives him at great thrill and makes his joys roll.
Lovin' those darn cowboys, is better than any kind o' love.
Like his boots, buckles and spurs that he is most fond of t'day,
Theren't much much a cowboy who loves cowboys can say.
An' Like the Alamo, a cowboy should remember his kind,
Even if it seems at times bein' put to the test.
And the map ain't always the territory for one to find...
He loves them darn cowboys, more than the rest.
C. Nathan Chavez © 2005
Pardners In Time
Cowboys are buds, leastwise should be.
Not telling others, we know things,
What others couldn't possibly fathom,
About losing that 8 second rodeo,
About the loneliness of the range;
Stern steers working against our wills,
Piloting the doggies like careless children.
Like a mystic blue feeling...
Our brotherhood understands, transcends.
One cowboy for another goes beyond words,
Can almost feel the grief or happiness,
Like some kind of sixth sense,
But won't always tell the other,
Just a pat on the back or...
With a "Can I get ya another coffee bud?"
You just knowed when things be right.
You just knowed, because you feel so light.
Thanks bud, thanks for sharing
Your bedroll with me,
Next time it will be mine.
C. Nathan Chavez © 2005
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