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Chino Valley, Arizona
About Charlotte Allgood-McCoy

photo courtesy Charlotte Allgood-McCoy


The Arizona Man

April 1993
In memory of my Father
E. Wade Allgood
1/19/1920 - 4/16/1993

He was born and died in Texas,
The Lone Star state called home.
At the early age of just four years
This Cowboy began to roam.

He came to Arizona
In an old Ford touring car.
The roads were a terrible hazard then,
More rock than dirt by far.

He came with father and mother,
Three sisters by his side.
All the way from Texas
To Scottsdale was quite a ride.

He grew up here in the desert.
In the Valley of the Sun.
A tanned and happy boy was he
With time for work and fun.

He learned the things a boy should know:
To shoot and rope and ride,
To plow a field and milk a cow,
Be proud and strong and never hide.

He became an Arizona man,
Straight and true and tall.
With sparkling eyes and dimpled smile
He loved people and critters all.

When war broke out in Europe
And threatened our great Land.
He joined the U.S. army
He knew He must take a stand.

Home from the war this quiet man
Was soon swept off his feet.
By a sweet young gal from Tennessee
This team just can't be beat.

They raised wild cattle.
Good horses he rode.
With a wife and three kids
To help carry the load.

He could quote from the Bible,
Sing the "Cowboys Lament,"
Cuddle a grandbaby,
Ride a bronc 'til it's spent.

Side by side in a cloudy draw
His favorite steeds patiently wait.
To make that last eternal ride
To green pastures through the Pearly Gate.

He will be missed this Texas boy
With dimpled smile and twinkling eye.
Missed by all who knew the Man
For God has taken him home on high.

He was born and died in Texas
This Arizona Man.
Born in the days of the old wild west.
Died with Bluebonnets round his Van.

Charlotte Allgood-McCoy
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The Speckled Pup

Look at ME, I’m a cowdog pup.
I’m sort of blue and all speckled up.
I proudly wear just one white boot.
My boss says I’m a stylish galoot.

I like to nip at the horses when they come in to feed.
I race through the garden and scatter the seed.
I run round the barn in youthful haste.
Grab a mouthful of sweet feed just for a taste.

I pause to watch the ducks swimming out in the marsh.
I leap in to catch one the shock is quite harsh.
The water is deep and soon covers my head.
I paddle and struggle I think I am dead.

The reeds are no help I can’t climb out.
Soon I see the shore and get all turned about.
The bank is so muddy my feet all get stuck.
What on earth did I think I would do with that duck !!!

Charlotte Allgood-McCoy
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Facing the Heat

Well. PeeWee went a ropin'
Nearly every Sunday Morn
Come with us! His family cried.
Thier pleas he did scorn.

He caught some corriente steers.
Roped them over and over again.
"I need the practice" He would say
While his kids were learnin' a hymn.

Well, PeeWee went a ropin'
Nearly every Sunday morn
He had to rope before the Heat
Dab a loop on an old steers horn.

He became a top-notch roper,
But he never met the Lord.
He was big with his "drinkin Buddies."
But with Jesus he never scored.

Well, PeeWee died a ropin'.
It was early on a Sunday Morn.
He tried to get into Heaven
But his pleas were met with scorn.

Your names not in the tally book.
The Big Boss did repeat.
You spent Sunday mornings ropin'
Now you'll have to face the Heat!

 Charlotte Allgood-McCoy
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Rodeo and Me

Tanya 1997

Rodeo is my favorite sport you see.
But how can I make it pertain to me?
Bullriding is a sport for the reckless and wild
But.....I think that maybe I'm a little too mild.

Bronc riding is an exciting event.
But surely there's safer ways my time could be spent.
Jumping from the back of a running horse
On to the horns of a steer could be fun of course.

But I just don't think that's my kind of pleasure.
Roping is great!! But my fingers I treasure.
Barrel racing is a thrill a minute.
But Lady's so slow don't think we'd win it.

So what does that leave for someone like me?
Why the only thing left is Queen, you see !
I've got a saddle, a bridle, a buckskin mare,
a smile, blue eyes and curly blonde hair.

so for ten year old Tanya McCoy to be,
Rodeo Queen is just perfect, you'll see !
I'll ride in parades both big and small
bragging about Rodeo to one and all.

In the Grand Entry I'll ride with style and grace.
While circling the arena at a very fast pace.
In red, white and blue with sequins galore
I'll ride proudly for Payson, the town I adore.

for my daughter Tanya in 1996

 1996,  Charlotte Allgood-McCoy
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission. 

About Charlotte Allgood-McCoy:

Charlotte writes:  "I was born the oldest child and only daughter of central Arizona ranchers E. Wade and Sarah Allgood. I grew up on our ranch at Kirkland Arizona and attended elementary school in the one room school house there. Since my graduation from Prescott High School,  I  have done a large variety of things. Besides wasting 20 years altogether on two bad marriages I did have four wonderful children and a lifetime of experiences. I have bagged a moose in Canada, ridden for wages on the ZX in Oregon, covered for my husband working cattle in Utah while he was laid up with a broken leg and watched our 3 month old daughter for me. I have camped out in winter in Montana with 1 year old twins because our truck broke down and helped my 10 year old break her own horse. I was even an Avon Lady at one time. I graduated from collage at 42 and now live on a small 3 acre place in Chino Valley, Arizona. My two youngest children are still in elementary school and the twins live nearby with their husbands and my 11 grandchildren. I work as an X-Ray Tech. I enjoy reliving many of my past experiences and have recently started trying to jot down some of the poems that have always been going through my mind.



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