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Ron L. Gale (Author)
Cowhand poems by Ron Gale are exciting rhyming stories.A COWHAND’S LIFEA cowhand’s life is so distinct, it runs the rivers to the is a life that’s truly grand, for cowhands living on this land.A life with horses and with dogs, throughout the prairies and the bogs.A life that has been sanctified, and knowing it is justified.A life of sorrow and of joy, for any living girl or is a life ya can respect, for anybody to live within a constant view, not telling others what to simply working on a horse, and sometimes other work of course.A WORKING RANCHI’ve often had a working. ranch, the cattle, and the horses’ time I had a thousand ewes, and lost a million, that’s the cattle, I have made some cash, with horses, I have had a with my dogs made a living, while workin’ hard and still forgiving, That’s is the thing the cowhand way, it’s really great except for it’s the thing for some of us, to carry on without a fuss.A cowhand wrangles every day, while workin’ hard to earn their pay, herdin’ cattle, fixin’ fences, tryin’ to cover all teach or train a horse or dog, my training’s always using prog, I start them off and then progress, and if done right it won’t if there’re times when it’s done wrong, and then it simply will prolong, the training period of your horse, and never be the same of BAY MULEThe man was mean with his bay mule, he didn’t learn he was a fool, the mule looked at him intently, dropped an ear and brayed when he finally got a chance, he truly tried to just enhance, his chances to get even for, the whip the man did mule was waiting for a chance, he didn’t stomp and didn’t prance, but simply waited for his chance, he’d use his feet just for a settled in to bide his time, as waiting wasn’t any crime, he waited for the man to be, in the right spot man came by with hands apart, and gave the mule a sudden start, the mule’s back foot did all the rest, it landed in the fellow’s fellow was out like a light, to say, “he’s dead” would not be right, but when he woke so mighty sore, he’d not come back and look for more.I’m thinking of what morals tell, I’m sure I know my morals well, the moral of this story’s that, mean to a mule he’ll get ya backTHE BIG OBNOXIOUS MANI watched a big obnoxious man, pushing through without a plan, he shoved others out his way, just striding like it was his big galoot with crooked nose, was striding with threatening pose, he came towards me on the hill, I sat my horse just sitting still.I wait ’til he was almost past, then flipped the rope and it was fast, It grabbed his foot and slowed him down, because his nose was plowing ground.I kept the rope wrapped on the horn, he cursed the day that I was born, and every time he tried to rise, I taught to him that wasn’t wise.I kept the rope so nice and tight, he’d try to stagger up to fight, I’d back my horse into the rope, he squirmed and yelled without a hope.I knew his legs were getting numb, so just maybe the time has come, to up and turn this critter loose, with just a temporary I’d be gone from here I knew, by time his legs and body grew, to where they
Number of Pages: 58Dimensions: 0.14 x 9.02 x 5.98 INPublication Date: February 03, 2021
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