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Cowboy Lover's Lament

out ridin' the circuit
makin' the rounds
where are you tonight
which rodeo town?

dallas, cheyenne,
or maybe k c
pendleton, vegas,
come home to me

jinglin' spurs
bright shiny lights
sweet young things whisperin'
through long, endless nights

cowboy, oh, cowboy
come in from the sights
be happy with me
quit the rodeo life

hang up your buckles
your saddle and hat
put Buck out to pasture
to get lazy and fat

we'll build a new life
throw out the t v
go back to basics
just you and me

cowboy, its done now
time to be free
oh, cowboy, i love you
come home to me...

2006, Janice Weiss Truitt
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

Janice Weiss Truitt told us: I wrote this while during the 1990s when we were living in Glenrock Wyoming. A good friend who does a lot of cowboying was the inspiration for this poem.


The "Jackpot" Roper...

Way back in the 1950s my dad was a "jackpot" roper
You never knew where or when he'd load up his horse, saddle, and rope
two kids, a wife, and a dog thrown in

Folks would come from miles around to a ranch with a ropin' pen
throw some money into a "pot"
and hope their favorite would win

sit in their cars to have some shade, or out on the hood in the sun
with orange pop iced in a old washtub
and hot dogs dripping with ketchup on big soft bakery buns

Whether you won the "pot" or missed your loop didn't matter none
What counted was that we all were there
grownups and kids just having fun

I still have his rope and saddle, and all of the good memories
of those long summer days at the "jackpots"
that go on living in me...

2009, Janice Weiss Truitt
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

Dedicated to WD dad, and, a "jackpot" roper



Read Janice Weiss Truitt's "Christmas at the Community Hall, in Western Memories.


About Janice Weiss Truitt:

I was born in Douglas, Wyoming, in 1947, at a P. O. W. camp hospital; the city of Douglas still did not have a "real hospital" at the time.  My parents took me home to a 6000 acre cattle/sheep/dry farming ranch almost 50 miles north of Douglas at Bill, Wyoming. We still had kerosene lamps, a cookstove, and "the little shack out back" at the time. Although, we did have running water in the house, my grandfather did all the work to finish the "modern conveniences." When he was done, we had a indoor bathroom, and a propane stove and fridge. My dad finally got out of cattle raising and dry farming and concentrated on sheep. Needless to say, I helped herd sheep, on foot, from the time I was old enough to realize what I was doing.. When I was around 3, my 'baby' brother was born. Looking back on it, it would probably be considered a "rough" life, but, living it wasn't bad. Most times we didn't have two nickels to rub together, but we didn't lack for anything important. As I mentioned, my dad was a good cowboy, did a lot of roping in his younger days. Sometimes, still, I miss Wyoming and the ranch...wish our grandson could be raised that way



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