~ Wishin’ I Was a Real Cowboy…

I am not quite a genuine cowboy
but I know that somewhere deep down inside
If I had only been born way back when
I could surely punch cows, rope, brand and ride

I always wanted to be a cowhand
Oh what a glorious life that would be
riding along with the herd cross the land
living a life that was simple and free

I’d rise before the sun started to shine
ride all day under the sweltering heat
fifteen hours a day for nearly no pay
just a biscuit and a few beans to eat

I could help a thousand head to birth calves
with cold wind a blowin’ rain down my back
or ride along a thousand miles of fence
spend a winter in a leaky line shack

When on a drive and “breakin’ day” gets called
though I was froze stiff, wet, muddy and damp
I’d roll out of bed to stretch these old bones
they would hear the popping clear cross the camp

I s’pose that now I think hard about it
maybe cowboyin’ just ain’t quite right for me
Perhaps I’ll stay here in my writer’s room
Riding the range through cowboy poetry

‘Prairie Time’- a collection of poems and prose from a wannabee cowboy

copyright 2020

“He went out, not knowing where he was going.” Hebrews 11:8

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from my many years on earth, it is that no one is really sure what awaits us around the bend. But that doesn’t mean we have to stop walking along the path. I see and read about all the world’s problems every day. Most of us are so worried about the million little ‘what-if’s that it has us so full of fear we can’t enjoy the things that are. Worrying about what the future will give us though, is a waste of time and a disrespect for the life God has given us. Because no matter what obstacles might be hiding around the corner, all the roads in life are going to lead each of us to the same gate.

Each morning we wake up, we get another chance to face the unknown. I know, that with the challenges of the past year littered across the path, it makes us a little leery of what lies ahead. But now, more than any time I can recall, it is important that we ‘go out’ though we don’t know where the path will lead us or what hurdles will face us. We must get up, put on our shoes, and go out to meet the day and not worry about where we’re going… just enjoy the adventure.

Prairie Time – a collection of poems and prose by a wannabee cowboy

I will be posting one poem from my latest book, Prairie Time – a collection of poems and prose by a wannabee cowboy, every Monday and Friday for what I can only hope will be your enjoyment.

If you would like a free PDF copy of Prairie Time contact me at jbrot0501@gmail.com . This book has not been published in paper form but has been copyrighted. Please feel free to share with your friends and family if you’d like.

Please share each poem, or the entire book, in its original form.

All rights belong to: Jerry Brotherton – The Backyard Poet – Copyright 2020


I’m just a hick from some little town in Missouri that, by fate or fortune, was transplanted to the wild west of Montana. The one thing I’ve realized is that the two are not quite as different as a person might think they should be.

As you read along you’ll quickly notice that my poems are simplistic in their structure and delivery. I suppose that’s because, I too, am a simple man. I try to put my words onto paper in a way that makes it a product of what I believe poetry should be. A person shouldn’t have to dig out a dictionary and a thesaurus or invite an English professor over for high tea just to read poetry.


The snow upon the mountains

and the wind across the plains

These are the sparks that ignite

my inspiration’s flame

5.6 lbs in 10 days…

On January 1st, I decided to join a couple million other American on a weight loss journey. I resolved to lose 1 pound per week through a daily diet and exercise routine. So I did some research and created a routine that I thought best suited my body type. Which, by the way, is round. The daily exercise includes 6 rounds per day of calisthenics, walking and some light weightlifting. Turns out, getting up off the couch, walking to the kitchen and lifting a snack is not really considered exercise. Who knew?   Total weight gained, 5.6 lbs.

“…my Ernest expectation and hope that in nothing I shall be ashamed… Philippians 1:20

I keep seeing all these posts that talk about us needing to act like humans again. I have to ask, when it was that we stopped acting like humans. Throughout our history, we have always been oppressors of the weak, war mongers, propagandist, liars, cheaters, and thieves. Even God, who created us in his own image, covered the Earth with water in an attempt to rid the world of us. So I say to you, let’s attempt to not be human at all… but to be something better. To be what God had intended for us all along. To live our lives in harmony and at the end of our time we can look back and not be ashamed of our actions.