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Benton, Arkansas
About David Dawson





He'd done it many times before,
Goin' now on forty years,
Getting' up, ropin' out 'fore dawn
After sleepin' with the steers.

It wasn't quite so easy now,
Ridin' high to push'em down,
Most other boys he started with,
Had passed on or moved to town.

He thought 'bout that for him some days,
Strong thoughts when it rained and snowed,
But pushin' cows and ridin' herd,
Was the work he always knowed.

He came to understand quite young,
Some folks considered him crazed,
That he should stay out where he was,
Livin' life where cattle grazed.

It isn't near as hard to take,
When you know where you belong,
'Cause livin' out God's plan in life,
Brings peace as ya ride along.

So as he saddled up his mount,
Startin' the cows on their way,
He didn't mind endurin' life,
Findin' joy in every day.

2005, David Dawson 
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

David told us:  I was inspired to try the cowboy poetry style by reading the poems of my good friend, Gail T. Burton...Some of the characters in Mr. Burton's poems are those older men who have worked hard all their lives as cowboys.  They never had it easy, but they would not have chosen anything different for their life.



Things started just after the shooting quit,
Soldier boy . . .
Southern gal . . .
A strange fit.

They met near Memphis on a river boat,
Lonely dude . . .
Workin girl . . .
A twenty note.

His pain and her job didn't't matter much,
Pretty smile . . .
Strong arms . . .
A needed touch.

She wanted more in life, he yearned for gold,
Quick marriage . . .
Headed west . . .
Young and bold.

Plans changed near Sante Fe with money tight,
Crummy job . . .
Dirty shack . . .
A hard fight.

Five years struggl'en, finally brought some change,
New baby . . .
Small ranch . . .
On open range.

Almost didn't't make it those early years,
'Pache troubles . . .
Long drought . . .
And sick steers.

Hard work and love, kept things on the block,
More land . . .
Second child  . . .
And better stock.

Their California dream was never met,
Raisin kids . . .
Settin roots . . .
A better bet.

Years rolled by, seasons changed like the weather,
Same work . . .
Grandkids . . .
Still together.

Always close till his death in twenty-five,
Ranchin man . . .
Lovin wife . . .
With hearts alive.

She followed him beyond two years later,
Legacy . . .
Left behind . . .
Family greater.

Workin girl, guilty soldier, finished well,
New life . . .
Bigger dream . . .
Tale to tell.

That story lives within me still today,
Great granny . . .
Great grandpa . . .
Showed the way.

2005, David Dawson 
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

David told us he was inspired by: ...respect for those folks with the pioneer spirit who went west and scratched out a nice life.  That determination inspires me and appeals to my sense of adventure.  The characters in the poem are purely fictional and are not based upon any real-life persons.  My grandparents all settled on farms in Arkansas. 



Cowboy Friend

Some boys hoot 'n holler
'bout every thing they do
they even make a show
'bout going to the loo

They'll only stand and work
if the boss might be around
but never break a sweat
or lift more than a pound

You'll hear and see them boast
when there's a crowd about
and if they feel ignored
they'll grumble and they'll pout

A bad word 'bout themselves
will never cross their lips
but others are fair game
as targets of their rips

But most workin cowboys
aren't like those mouthy dudes
they're mostly quite polite
with rather pleasant moods

A full days honest work
is rarely hard to get
from reg'lar 'ole cow hands
at least the one's I've met

They'll save their harsh comments
for fewer ears to hear
and won't embarrass folks
just keep the gossip clear

So if you hear some fella
just blowin like the wind
he's not a real cowboy
who'll smile and call you friend

2007, David Dawson 
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


David told us this poem "was inspired by observing certain friends and family members. I'm fortunate to know them because of their quality of character. They rise above the regular dudes, without having to try. It's like a piece of wood floating on water. The wood doesn't have to strive or struggle to float. It has buoyancy because of it's character. These 'real cowboys' stand out with no effort because of their strength of character. It's who they are."

About David Dawson:

I am a small town fella from Arkansas.  I'm married, with two kids and work as an attorney.  My hobby is writing and I naturally write about things I am interested in.  Although I have never lived or worked on a ranch, I still have that boyhood dream of working cows from the back of a horse.



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