Kendra Tyler Poems
|1.||He Never Said He Loved Her||7/19/2012|
|2.||Rain On The Range||7/21/2012|
|3.||Nuts And Bolts||7/22/2012|
|6.||Who Am I?||7/30/2012|
|8.||Keepers Of The Flame A Special Breed||8/8/2012|
|11.||The Road Often Taken||8/9/2012|
|13.||What Is A Cowgirl||7/29/2012|
|15.||A Hunter's Favorite||7/9/2012|
|16.||Being A Cowgirl||7/26/2012|
|17.||The Horse Trader||7/30/2012|
|18.||Angel Of The Range||7/21/2012|
|21.||She's A Barrel Racing Angel||8/16/2012|
|24.||Where To Go||7/23/2012|
|25.||I Feel Like A River||7/23/2012|
|26.||A Cowboy's Good-Bye||7/20/2012|
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 ...
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