Biography of Kendra Tyler
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 poems. Mostly about fishing and Hunting. Writing got me thru alot of stuff in my life. I haven't written any books but I do have a few published in the International poetry society.
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.
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...
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
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
Being A Cowgirl
Many people I meet Don't seem to understand Why a person in their senses Would want to be a cowhand
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,
A Hunter's Favorite
A Hunter's Favorite When a man spends his life on horseback And the back country been his home There are things he learns to love
What Is A Cowgirl
What is a Cowgirl? They ask? And I say... A woman who lives in the far flung West Who's chosen to remain there Who loves the cowboy life the best
The saddle horn came up Punching me in the gut The back of my neck Bounced off his butt
It could be a log cabin In a clearing way up high Or a set of well used wall tents Crouched beneath an Autum sky
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.'
The Road Often Taken
Given the choice, I'll always take the trail Towards the lofty ridges Where the winds brush the pines long needles And timber rattler's hide
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
Pullin' stickers from his hide
That cowboy cussed his horse
"Damned old mare just blowed right up
Don't know what that source."
Mad as hell and full of dust
He limped on down the road
That horse of his just looked on back
No way that she'd be rode