
Montana ranch hand, poet, and songwriter DW Groethe demonstrates that art of cowboy reasoning in this poem:
They came upon a fencepost,
a tamper leanin' on it,
an' pondered on the world of fencin' arts.
"Ever worked them things?" one asked,
"Not a chance," the other quipped,
"the darn thing’s got too many workin' parts."
© 2008, DW Groethe. All rights reserved.
Third-generation South Dakota rancher and poet Ken Cook makes a bold statement about cowboy and ranching life in a poem inspired by memories of his grandfather:
What has not changed ol' cowboy friend
Since you was young and men were men?
When horse not broke till nearly five?
Cow's horns intact kept calf alive!
What has not changed in all your days,
Is nothin' left of cowboy ways?
The wagon was your only home
And blackest eve Nighthawk did roam,
To hold 'em quiet with lullaby
And ride the ridge where coyotes cry.
What has not changed in all your days,
Is nothin' left of cowboy ways?
When fences held a garden tight
And grass for miles a wondrous sight,
With horse and rope to branding fire
You burned the hide with one desire,
To live a life on Sandhills grass.
Tell me cowboy, has all that passed?
I'll tell you boy what still remains
Of cowboy ways here on the plains.
By God you ride the same as me
And cows are cows near's I can see.
I'll tell you son what still survives
Of cowboy ways shines in your eyes.
Few teams are left and fence appeared
So Nighthawk sleeps but over years,
By God you rope and do it grand
'Cause it's your life, you've made your stand,
Which has not changed in all the days
You've kept alive a cowboy's ways.
You fight back change to keep old ways
That every year make ranching pay,
So generations yet to come
Might live this life that we've begun.
They'll saddle horse to work a cow
Here on this ranch like we do now.
© 2007, Ken Cook. All rights reserved.