I started writing then things were bad at my house when I was teenager. Everyone would read my poems and say I was good. But when ever I read them I thought they sounded dumb. No confindence... I started with friendship poems and love poems and broken hearted poems. Then I got into cowboy poetry. Being as A Cowgirl is part of my life style. I have quite a few of cowgirl poems. And a few outdoor ... more »
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Kendra Tyler Poems
A Cowboy's Good-Bye
The time has come for me to say, Good-bye to cowboy friends. Through our trails may be miles apart. May our friendship never ends.
I Feel Like a River
Sometime I feel like a river Calm and peaceful going with the flows of life Full of beautiful and mysterious things Very complex waiting for discovery
Where To Go
A young cowboy went to his partner His mind was laid heavy with doubt He asked, 'Could we vist a while It's hard figurin' everything out.'
She's a Barrel Racing Angel
In the Arizona sunlight In the Colorado moonlight When she gets there, gonna feel alright Now she's feelin' so tired...
The Horse Trader
I traded for a horse one time He wouldn't take no beauty prize A great big long-eared blue roan gelding Not too bad fore weight and size
Sometimes we sit and dream About the things we would die to do Not if you look into your heart You will see your dreams can come true
There something' that I left behind, What is it I just don't know? Maybe be the Indian heaven Mountains Trimmed with a foot or two of snow
Pullin' stickers from his hide That cowboy cussed his horse "Damned old mare just blowed right up Don't know what that source."
His eyes peered down the old rusted barbwire fence, His look became longing. As if in defense, his dry lips parted. And he began to say,
Angel Of the Range
Her image is there on horseback In the mountains or even the plains Just beyond the reason of dreamers This angel of the range
Nuts and Bolts
I remember it was years ago Back when I was green A driftin' about from place to place Young hungry and lean
Rain on the Range
When yer boots are full of water And yer hat brims all a drip And the rain makes little rivers dribblin' Down yer horse's hips
Being A Cowgirl
Many people I meet Don't seem to understand Why a person in their senses Would want to be a cowhand
He Never Said He Loved Her
He took off his saddle from his horse And laid it on the ground Grabbed some coffee limped to the fire Where the boys had gathered ` round
Comments about Kendra Tyler
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
A Cowboy's Good-Bye
The time has come for me to say,
Good-bye to cowboy friends.
Through our trails may be miles apart.
May our friendship never ends.
This gather's going to be my last,
For soon I'm headed South.
When spring brandin' smoke is in the air
I'll shed a tear no doubt.
You all have meant so much to me,
Of my life you're now apart.
Each one of you has got a bunkhouse space
That's deep here in my heart.
Good-bye to you and Oregon
For you see I'm Prineville bound.
No more my pony's feet on rocks
They'll tread a softer ground
And though I'll ...