BETHLEHEM PINE, a cowboy Christmas poem by Stephen Bly I was camped out in the Dakota snow When Christmas Eve rolled around. Me and Slim and a dog named Flop, Three days ride from town. Not a tree in sight for thirty miles, As we huddled in the draw. The chips ran out […]
Ridin’ the Divide by Stephen Bly I thought I saw a coyote try to cut across my trail … A bag of bones, a pointed nose, a scrawny, matted tail. Most coyotes ain’t worth rememberin’ or wastin’ too much pity. But I hadn’t spied a civilized thing since I left El Paso City. […]
Poetry That Rhymes Preferred by Cowboys by Stephen Bly Most all cowboys write poetry that rhymes. It’s not that cowboys are opposed to blank verse or free verse. But most poems they compose are done on horseback without pencil, paper or computer screen to record the flow of ideas. Much easier for him or her […]
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