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If you'd like to share your Rural Life Poetry with American Cowman readers, e-mail office@gordonresources.com PoetryFarm Auctions: Mysterious MomentsBy Duane Botzek, Foley, MN Minnesotan Duane Botzek recently shared some of his writings with American Cowman, and he says, “I am a writer - something my English teacher told me I could never do - a gift that has been within me for fifty five years... Fifty Shades of GreenBy Duane Botzek, Foley, MN Took a walk down the Bar B’s trail today Valentines Day the Cowboy WayBy Steve Lucas The middle of February is not a real good time, Slabside, Jess and Old Dog ShepBy Floyd Simpson Floyd is owner of Country Mile Farm on the old Drovers Trail Scenic Byway at Belmont, OH. He shares this writing with us that he penned a few years back and says, “Events described here were true. Only the names were changed to save the embarrassment... A Cowboy’s Thanksgiving PrayerBy Steve Lucas Dear Lord, Barn FeelingBy Kerrie Huffman, Virginia The wide doorways Exchanged GlancesBy Kerrie Huffman, Virginia Hazel eyes meet brown eyes Ol’ BaxBy Steve Lucas, Mountain View Farm Baxter was born with great expectations. His mother was an Australian Shepherd that belonged to Charles and Betty Rosson, and his father was a blue tick hound, Labrador retriever mix that roamed the neighborhood. What more could anyone want in a cow dog?... Winds of ChangeSource: Elisha Greeley Smith, Center for Rural Affairs This poem celebrates the windmill as a sustaining source of water and hope for cattle and for the hard working ranchers and their families who make sure they run... HoofbeatsBy Wildwood Slim, © June 25, 2007 Sometimes I find myself alookin’ The American WindmillBy Cowboy Poet Ray Meyers Born ahead of their time, "National Day of the American Cowboy", July 28, 2007By Ron Wilson This is a day we set out to give praise to those who honor the Cowboy ways. ... Love of the LandBy Terri Lemmon | Amelia, Nebraska It’s a hard feeling to describe, Some Things I Learned on the FarmAnonymous Don’t name a calf you plan to eat The Smell of Mud SeasonShannon Hayes | Sap Bush Hollow Farm | Schoharie County, New York It’s mud season…that time of year when those of us who have been slumbering right along with Mother Earth roll over and discover that she, too, suffers from a wicked case of morning breath.... |
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