Ken Markison

 natures class room
    by ken markison

two cowboys saw a couger go up a tree
   the plan was to catch him as told to me
one cowboy climbed the tree
   shook the branch and the cat fell free
the cowboy on the ground
    his name was mat
opened his arms and caught the cat
   he was agresasive as a coyote pup
mat and the cat were mixing it up
   the cowboy in the tree his name was jim
do you want me to come down
   and help you hold him
the cowboy on the ground he said no
   come down and help me let him go




clint
    by ken markison

silver mounted saddle and of coarce
   a braided bridle on his palamino horse
tall in the saddle he sat alert
   this mexican renegade clint mcgurt
he was the leader of an outlaw band
   and the terror of the rio grande
they stold horses till they had a herd
   trailed them to texas is the word
deep in texas they stold the land
   he and his wife and his outlaw band
for his crimes he never paid
   it was forgotten he was a renagade
now in the valley the box m ranch
   green grass growing and a river branch
he rides a horse with the box m brand
   a buckskin stud with a lot of sand
i could tell without a hint
   somewhat older but it was clint
by the grace of god and all his forces
   here they are still breeding horses





a cowboy's request
    by ken markison

my hands are stiff you call me paw
   when i practice my quick draw
my holster shrunk there is no doubt
   my colt is stuck it won't come out
to catch a cow i throw a loop
   can't throw high and they won't stoop
have to mount at the water trough
   if on my horse i can't get off
when i was young i had this pride
   i liked horses and i could ride
so old friend let's share a cup
   then put me on my saddle bottom up
tie my hands to my feet
   make the knot hard and neat
head my horse into the sun 
   spank his rump and make him run
you will know every thing is fine 
   when i cross the timber line
need you'r help for my last ride
   will waite for you on the other side




            

                

       

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what a cowboy or cowgirl should wear
    by ken markison

she looked pretty in her levi blouse
   and her levi jeans by levi strause
they strolled along hand in hand
    he left her there at the old grand stand
moseyed on over to the bucking chutes
   in his stetson hat and tony lama boots
he settled in on that old cayuse
   with as much character
 as copenhagen snoose
   a south dakota boy was roy
a rca card carrying cowboy
   he was prepared for the trip
and he hollered let her rip
   they opened the gate and let him out
from the stands he heard them shout
   lightning came down stiff legged
and he arched his back
   we heard a noise like a pistol crack
as he hit the ground we could see him sag
   as he was thrown from that bucking nag
laying on the ground he let out a moan
   did you break your leg
no just the bone

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