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Midland, Texas
About Joe Kunkel

Joe and his grandson Zackery



Cowboy Cody

We were at the ranch gettin hot, tired and nearly beat
tryin to finish, workin calves so we could have us a treat

when Cody said "I can help you get this job done,
put that rope over his head and givem no room to run."

Cody helps us a lot, from ridin out to ridin in
don't know how old he is, must be eight, nine or ten

Cody went down the rope, they went round and round
to say the least "the bull's match had just been found"

you could hear snorts and puffs they were kickin up dust
it got so thick they coughed up stuff that looked like rust

Cody got his flank and brought the little bull up high
when he landed the ground shook the bull thought he'd die

Yep, Cody got it done you could hear our crowd cheer
and as for the unmarked bull, he got up a branded steer

1996, Joe Kunkel
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


Joe told us: I love it when kids come forward to pitch in. We were out at Sprayberry.  Cody was the youngest one there.


They Call Me "Bilateral Fractures"

I was in the emergency room with two broken arms
My trainin career doomed, I couldn't fill out forms

"Don't get your casts wet" was my good doc's orders
"There's places ya caint get" said nurses, like recorders

My wife gives me my bath and for her little treat
I smell like a flower path or anything uniquely sweet

Yes, my wife is my hero, but I still wear the pants
And if ya just gotta know if I putum on myself? I cants

It's kinda hard to stay sane drinkin beer through a straw
Much less pleasure than pain, that bronc is rubbin' me raw

This makes me feel too old. They sure do hurt a lot
I remember what I been told. How come I forgot?

Nature's runnin its course. This job is way too rough
Ridin anybody's green horse, does not pay near enough!

1999, Joe Kunkel
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Joe tells us it is a true story about a wreck he had back in April, 1999. He thinks the poem itself might be bad luck. He told us he was carrying a version of the poem in his pocket when he had another wreck on Christmas Day of 2004, much to the amusement of the ER staff.



Read Joe Kunkel's One Saturday in December, posted with other Christmas 2004 poems



About Joe Kunkel:

I grew up in west Texas (around San Angelo).  Midland Texas is my home.

My real job has always been auto body repair. I wanted a horse until I was forty one, then decided "now or never." On a very limited budget, I ran a bid up to three hundred fifty dollars on a bay colt at our local sale barn. I've been in a new world ever since. I don't know where the line is between being a greenhorn or a cowboy (probably surviving as a cowboy).

There was a cattle operation at Sprayberry (east of Midland) that I rode for. There are a few ranches that will call on me on weekends, and I've started a few colts. I'm loving anything to do with cowboy ways, from buckaroo's getting stated to old timers' stories.

I think writing a good poem is good for your heart and good way to let folks know what you're about.



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