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2014 
HONORABLE MENTIONS

Monterey County Free Libraries Cowboy Poetry Contest

 

 

 

The Lucid Life of Cowgirls and Cowboys

By Katarina Smith, age 13

 

The Lucid Life of Cowgirls and Cowboys

Is very, very clear

To the smell of cattle to

The everyday robbers, that rob the bank

There were patriarchs and matriarchs

Including King George the V

The smell after the first

Rain fall to a horse’s newborn filly

Their work is never done.

The same ol’ tedious, exciting adventure

One after another

To the many rifleman who protect everything they have

To the many saloons in the Big West where anything can happen—

Even the occasional drunk man

To the school teacher where they learn more stuff

Than we do now.

To every single person who died in the Civil War

We congratulate you for all you did

Whether on the North or South.

We never ever forget it like Gone With the Wind.

To the prairie families that endured every single event

That happened—good or bad.

Including Laura Ingalls

The Lucid Life of Cowboys and Cowgirls

Will always be a part of California’s history.

 

 

I dedicate this poem to everybody that lived or died from 1800 to 1899

 

 

 

My Loyal Friend

By Vanesa Vasquez, age 17

 

My horse is my companion,

The greatest stallion that ever lived.

Some treacherous paths we’ve weaved,

But always by my side he’s stayed,

Through thick and thin he’s neighed.

 

When my day turns gray and dull, he’s there,

To carry my heavy burdens everywhere.

Yet, I know he will always make me content,

And make me forget all that I resent.

 

We will travel through fields of grain,

The place where our happiness will reign,

My horse’s mane flowing with the wind,

Towards me, his only friend.

I know that we depend on each other,

And even when the years fly by, he will never become a bother.

 

 

 

My Ranch

By Amy Press, age 17

 

On my ranch, in the West

I was sure thinking mine’s the best.

I got my cows here, my sheep there

And my cow-dog way the hell over there.

I love my ranch, yes I do,

And I know you’d sure love her too.

 

I ride my horses through the day

And through the night.

I don’t ever let them out of my sight.

There my babies, my prized possessions, my long hours of sessions and sessions.

I ride them long, I ride them hard

I give them all my all.

They’re the ones who deserve it all!

 

My ranch holds my pride.

My ranch holds my ego.

It goes for miles and miles

Extending oh so wide.

 

Why do I love this ranch you ask?

Oh you don’t even know my past!

My ranch holds my past; it holds my pride, it holds everything all the way to the sky.

 

I admire my ranch, oh yes I do.

I love her, oh I really really do!

She is the best, and will never oppress.

She holds it all, holds it all.

 

My cows, my sheep, my dog, my all.

I’m so thankful that I have it all.

I love this ranch oh yes I do.

I love this land, I love this land

The highest in the clan.

 

My ranch holds my pride, it holds my all.

This ranch is my all.

 

  

 The Ballad of Billy Flynn

By Zimri Sims, age 11

 

There once was a man named Billy Flynn;

He was the one to always win.

And Billy knew a man named Snyde

Who wanted poor Billy’s hide;

And he’d do anything you know,

To make his plan be so.

 

Now Snyde challenged Billy Flynn to a duel,

To ride the Red Devil, that was a bull.

And see who’d stay on him most;

And whoever didn’t was surely toast.

That ol’ Red Devil wasn’t kind;

For he was crazy in his mind.

 

On the day of the challenge, they started at three,

For Snyde said it was the golden key

To keeping the Red Devil tame.

Billy, however, thought it was lame.

These two brave men, (one at a time),

Got on the Red Devil; that bull and that slime!

 

It started with Snyde, for he was very sure

He could ride this bull like a fish on a lure.

Snyde rode that bull for three minutes flat;

‘til that ol’ Red Devil threw him off of his back!

Snyde was angry, for this he knew;

Billy couldn’t beat him, Snyde wouldn’t be number two!

 

Up mounted Billy with an air of pride,

For he knew that he could beat Snyde.

That ol’ Red Devil couldn’t stand it no more;

So he threw Billy on to the floor.

Billy fell and hit his head;

Then the Red Devil trampled him dead.

 

So Snyde killed poor Billy through that cow;

And Snyde ended up in the hoosegow.

There once was a man named Billy Flynn;

He was the one to always win.

Now let this be a lesson to people like Snyde;

Never try to take Billy Flynn’s hide.