Welcome!

Welcome to my western and cowboy poetry site. Poems are collected here until there are enough to warrant formal publication. Then they are pulled and the site begins again.

The poems which were recently posted have been pulled, a new book, Prairie Knights, has been published, and the collection begins again. The title poem  for Prairie Knights appears below.

Thank you for visiting!

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Available Books

I’ve had a number of queries about my books and how to purchase them. All are in international distribution by Ingram Book Distributors and are available through internet and local booksellers.

Specifically, the five latest books – Thirty, Rustic Ruminations, Poetic Reflections At The Creekside, Western Viewpoints, and Prairie Knights – are listed at CreateSpace. Those plus eight earlier books – Voices of the Wind, Reflections, Where Horses Reign; Sun, Sand & Soapweed; Western Images; Views from the Saddle; Eight Viewpoints; and Harkin’ Home – are listed at Amazon.

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Poets in the Park

Tomorrow I’ll be on stage with two other cowboy poets at “Poets in the Park,” an all day event in Redmond, Washington. Most other poets will be reading modern poetic forms, hence this bit to put our work in perspective.

Cowboy poetry in the park?
what’s the world comin’ to?
It just don’t make no sense a-tall,
the things them cowboys do.

They’re an insult to us poets,
what with their perfect rhymes,
and fancyin’ up their verses
with careful metered lines.

They just can’t write blank verse it seems,
and free verse does ‘em in,
’cause their stuff has rhyme and rhythm
to do less seems a sin.

But Whitman took us from that path
so many years ago
and cowboys just ain’t learned that truth…
it seems they’ll never know

Then just why are cowboys here today?
Maybe it’s for contrast
So please set back, enjoy their work
it’s poetry from our past!

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Prairie Knights

Most cowboys I knew during my youth were honest and ethical fellows who subscribed to an unwritten cowboy code of ethics. With that in mind, and noting their ways of life, one might sense a similarity between cowboys and the knights of old. Hence this remembrance.

Men ride like knights of old
across the western plains
seeking independence,
avoiding social chains.

No armour do they wear
to conquer this great land,
no dragons do they find
as they explore firsthand.

No sovereign do they serve
no need to kneel or bow,
no royal ring to kiss,
no coffers to endow.

But they are truly knights
as in the days of old,
challenging the unknown,
adventures just and bold.

That spirit lingers still
among these prairie knights
who’ve found the grail they sought
in star-lit western nights.

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