CowboyPoetry.com    Cowboy Poetry and Music and More at the BAR-D Ranch

BOB COKER
Arizona
 

 

 

Yearning for My Home

I have seen the Rocky Mountains and the Colorado snow,
yet I yearn for Arizona where saguaro cactus grow.
Where the beauty of the desert will refreshen with the rain
and the fragrance like a perfume in your memory will remain.

See an Arizona sunrise and you never will forget,
what a landscape God created, nothing's ever matched it yet.
And the sunsets not to mention have a greatness all their own,
as the heavens blend with colors, in such harmonies of tone.

Watch tall palms gently swaying in the warmth of summer breeze,
or smell the citrus blossoms of the orange and grapefruit trees.
See the blessings of a harvest from her irrigated land,
its as though the earth has given birth and man a helping hand.

Wander down a desert trail see nature at her best,
a healthy hatch of newborn quail a wren upon her nest.
No words describe the tenderness unfolded to the eye,
in graceful flight a mourning dove goes swiftly flying by.

On down the path as daylight fades the lonely coyotes wail,
and dust disturbed by footprints slowly settles on the trail.
And for a moment just reflect what nature has to share,
the peaceful thoughts from deep within can be a silent prayer.

I have taken many journeys and amazing sights I've seen,
some downright spectacular and others in between.
Many places have their beauty and I don't mean to compare,
but I yearn for Arizona for my home and heart are there.

2009, Bob Coker
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 

Bob told us: I had moved from Arizona (after growing up and living there for more than 50 years) and moved to Colorado. Some major changes came about in my life shortly after moving to Colorado and I became very saddened and homesick. The words for the poem just kind of started flowing from my heart and I just wrote down my thoughts and feelings as these moments occurred. A few years ago I wrote a melody for this poem...

 


 

The Canyon

Gaze across the canyon that's been sculptured by God's hand,
With infinite most detail down to every grain of sand.
A view with such magnificence that takes your breath away,
With colors ever changing every moment every day.
 
Listen to an echo bouncing off the canyon wall,
What a place of beauty summer, winter, spring or fall.
See the Colorado snake across the canyon floor,
A journey of authority like none you've seen before.
 
Watch the shadows vary as the clouds drift overhead,
As sunbeams inch their way along the layered cliffs of red.
Share appreciation with the one who made it so,
You'll never find another likeness anywhere you go.
 
No camera lens or canvas can reveal a scene so great,
Perhaps a glimpse of heaven one might near associate.
With depth that's overwhelming and formations standing bold,
It truly is majestic and a vision to behold. 
 
The canyon's treasured beauty has withstood the test of time,
Maintained by nature's balance with such elegance sublime.
Once you've had the pleasure to observe its precious view,
Your life will be rewarded with a gift of peace so true. 
 
Word's can't do it justice and I don't think ever will,
Experience is the teacher, at that moment time stands still.
I hope someday to see again that place I love so much,
For it makes me ever mindful of the great Creator's touch.

2009, Bob Coker
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 

Bob told us, "This poem came about as a result of numerous recollections I've had concerning the Grand Canyon. Located in the northwestern part of Arizona, it is undoubtedly one of the most spectacular sights that anyone may ever experience or try to describe. My first experience to see the canyon was in 1954. Since then I've had the opportunity to visit the canyon on various occasions, and every visit has provided me with many lasting memories. I encourage anyone who might visit the beautiful state of Arizona, to plan a journey up to the Grand Canyon if at all possible. I'm sure you too will be blessed with many memories that you will treasure for a lifetime."
 


Remembering Boe

 I'd like to share a story 'bout a friend of mine named Boe,
 a friendly sort of gentle man I'm glad I got to know.
 A busy man he was indeed and always on the run,
 he sure enjoyed his gardening and hobbies that were fun.
 
 He gave away those vegetables so proudly that he grew,
 to friends up at McDonalds and those friends were quite a few.
 I'd help him out from time to time and got to know him well,
 I always did appreciate the stories that he'd tell.
 
 He grew up in Montana and became a railroad man,
 the outdoor was his calling, he just fit into the plan.
 Fishing was his pastime and hunting his forte,
 I think about him often, almost every single day.
 
 His energy seemed endless, he hardly could sit still,
 each day brought brand new challenges that he had to fulfill.
 He had a certain wisdom that fit him to a tee,
 his word, sealed with a handshake, the way it use to be.
 
 A man so close to nature like none I've ever known,
 I could not help but marvel at prize roses he had grown.
 He use to gather driftwood, fine creations he then made,
 one hangs above my mantel where it's presently displayed.
 
 Boe accomplished many tasks that few would undertake,
 when I heard of his passing I thought my heart would break.
 I know someday we'll meet again, and I'll stop to have a chat,
 with my good friend from McDonald's in that old straw cowboy hat.

2009, Bob Coker
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


 

Bob told us, "About twelve years ago, I became acquainted with an interesting individual by the name of Boe Ouldhouse and a great friendship developed. Boe was approaching eighty years of age and he was twice as active as anyone half his age. He was a soft spoken gentleman that was involved in many projects and various hobbies, all going at the same time. No matter how busy he was, he always took the time to lend assistance or help anyone whenever the occasion arose. I've never encountered anyone that knew Boe, and didn't have something good to say about him. He was a natural outdoorsman for sure and he loved nature to it's fullest. I will always be grateful for the many stories and pictures that Boe so willingly shared with me."  


 

 


 

 

 

www.cowboypoetry.com

 

HOME

 What's New | Poems | Search

 Features | Events  

The BAR-D Roundup | Cowboy Poetry Week

Poetry Submissions 

Subscribe | Newsletter | Contact Us

  Join Us!

 

Authors retain copyright to their work; obtain an author's
permission before using a poem in any form.

 

CowboyPoetry.com is a project of the Center for Western and Cowboy Poetry, Inc., a Federal and California tax-exempt non-profit 501 (c) (3) organization.  

Site copyright information