~ A Rancher’s Wife…

She’s up in the morning
two hours before dawn
has done most of her chores
before the lights come on

Already milked the cows
and gathered up the eggs
even put liniment
on the horse’s sore legs

Bacon and eggs are cooked
the biscuits are baked brown
the gravy has been stirred
and the plates laid down

Once the pans are empty
the last bread’s been buttered
the men tack their horses
while she clears the clutter

Now a fifty mile drive
just to get to the store
to pick up the supplies
they have been waiting for

Time to fry the chicken
and put beef in the beans
cause stomachs on the ranch
are never full it seems

After serving the meal
and cleaning up the mess
she’ll ride out to the range
and work beside the rest

She has to be able
to ride fence, rope and brand
just as good as any
of those other hired hands

When the day is over
tired and hungry as hell
the men wash up and get
set for the supper bell

She’ll be in the kitchen
cooking vittles again
Cause work for a ranch wife
never comes to an end

~ I’ll Rest Here a Spell…

While I was riding across the sagebrush
I happened upon this soft running creek
My face and neck were burning just a bit
my stomach was getting a little weak

Seemed like a decent place to rest a spell
and from my mare I jumped down to the ground
I pulled the saddle from Jilly Gal’s back
so she could take a drink and graze around

I wet my bandanna in the water
it was as cool as the mountains in snow
So I shucked off my dusty cowboy boots
and let that water run across my toes

While sitting there I started a thinking
when was the last time a bath I had seen
So I stripped right on down to my long john’s
and I decided I would plunge right in

Now my old bones are feeling much better
as I spread across the grass in the sun
If ever a time I’ve been happier
I am not sure I can come up with one

Do your dance across the rocks you ripples
and gurgle for me a jolly old tune
I’m pretty darn sure I won’t be riding
away from this spot anytime too soon

~ Nighthawk…

A sliver of October moon
sinks slow into the western night
and the life of a billion stars
begin to fade beyond my sight

The black curtain of night dissolves
as colors flare the eastern sky
The glorious hues of morning
proudly herald a new sunrise

Heaven’s light spreads o’er the valley
telling all the world to arise
Bright autumn leaves upon the trees
mimic the grandeur of the sky

Sunflowers turn their golden heads
to the promise of what’s to come
A melody from wings on high
sing a joyous praise to the sun

I get a little misty eyed
as other cowboy start to come
Can’t help but feel a little sad
that this night-herders job is done

~ John…

Well John was brand new to the Rockin’ Bar J
Down in Missouri’s where he’d spent his young days

His white cowboy hat with the fancy gold band
with fringe on his chaps and kid gloves on his hands

Had snake skin cowboy boots that shone like wet grass
He smelled like a spring flower when’er he walked past

They said he was some nephew of the boss man
came out here to learn how to be a ranch hand

We geared up Devil, that horse hadn’t been rid
and called over John and said “he’s yours now kid”

John said he knew horses he’d used them to plow
but this one seemed a little meaner somehow

Well I eared that stallion while John held the reigns
put his foot in the stirrup and grabbed his mane

He pulled himself right up and sat on the throne
lasted bout a second before he was thrown

Well they say no man’s lived without facing fear
and no flower will grow when watered with tears

Instead of a crying and heading for home
John got right back up and remounted that roan

Now that horse went to whirling like all get out
John held fast to the horn and let out a shout

It was looking like that boy might win the day
When that horse spun and threw him to next Tuesday

Well John never turned into no cowboy hand
Went back to Missouri and plowing the land

There’s one thing we learned that we never did plan
How the clothes that you wear do not make the man

On a blanket in May

Rippling down the mountainside
flows a clean blue Alpine stream
Bubbling o’er the valley floor
like an image from a dream

Horses grazing in the grass
song birds singing from the trees
Butterflies flitting about
floating on a summer breeze

Wisps of clouds drifting along
a bright sun hangs in the sky
casting a shade from the trees
to where two young lovers lie

Hand in hand they make their plan
a future so bright and gay
All the world is in their arms
this heavenly day in May

Perhaps in all the moments
that’s ever been known to man
T’was never one more serene
than this painting from God’s hand

Prairie Time
Jerry Brotherton