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LARRY PALMER
Idaho
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Early Morn'n Cowboy "WARNING"

Each morn'n when I wake up to start a brand new day.
I can compare unknown events to a bull ride in some way.
So as long as I prepare well, before I set my rope.
When I call for them to pull the gate, I've got confidence and hope.

As the day starts out I'll post up, I'll be spur'n with my feet.
If I charge up and ride the front, they won't catch me on my seat.
If this day should go to spin'n left or maybe to the right?
Makes no difference to me as long as my rope's pulled tight.

There's no bull that I can't ride, it may take a better day.
There's no job that I can't do, as long as they match my pay.
I'm not here for doing favors or trying to be number one.
But you can rest assured that all my chores are done.

I may not be the best you've seen or the best you ever will!
But I'll do 'til better gets here, then I'll pass'em on the hill!
If you think you're gonna push me to see how far I'll go?
Just be careful where you're push'n, 'cause this cowboy might explode!

Larry Palmer  
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Clown'n Around

I'm stand'n here ready to go, for when the cowboy says "Outside."
They'll kick the latch and pull the gate to start the next bull ride.
As the gate swings open into my arena, 'cause I'm the only one there.
A ton of muscle with a bad attitude, starts kick'n and a bust'n air!

I'm a rodeo clown so they say and there ain't noth'n funny right now.
But as long as noth'n goes wrong, we'll all get thru it some how.
There's a cowboy tied to the middle of a bull, try'n to do his best.
He just doesn't know which way to go, the bull's a give'n this test.

So for now I'm left with noth'n to do, I hope it stays that way!
'Cause if the rider comes down and that bull turns around?
I'm expected to earn my pay!

As a rodeo clown when things turn ugly, it's time for me to run in.
When a ton of beef goes to hunt'n, I'm there to offer my skin!
I'm dressed like a flag a shiny eye sore, to make sure he can see.
Besides all the colors I'm jump'n around, I want him to come after me!

If I had any sense I'd head for the fence, like the rodeo staff has done.
Just not before I settle the score, I need to feel like I've won!
Won what you say? He was look'n to hook me,
but I was able to lead him astray.

So I haven't won much, at least noth'n to show.
I just made him see it "My Way."

Larry Palmer  
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Let'er Buck

Let'er buck, came the cowboy's call,
from the chute where he sat on a bull.
As they swung that gate, at a blaze'n rate.
Stock and man blew nine foot tall.

They spun to the left like a whirlwind,
but the cowboy's feet were hammered in.
He kicked loose twice and let spurs fly,
rage grew in a young bull's eyes.

This cowboy knows that an eight second ride, is what his life's about.
So with all his courage, strength and skill he struggles to work it out.
If his luck pulls thru he believes it's true,
he could win the world someday.
But for now six seconds still remain before he'll earn his pay.

He spun back right hard and tight, but the rider tracked him well.
This cowboy knew with out a doubt, he had a nightmare by the tail.
Time stood still as these two hearts fought, each determined to win.
With twist and jumps and the fury of a storm, the bull went left again.

This cowboy knows that an eight second ride, is what his life's about.
So with all his courage, strength and skill he struggles to work it out.
If his luck pulls thru he believes it's true,
he could win the world someday.
But for now two seconds still remain before he'll earn his pay.

All alone in the middle of a crowd, the cowboy hears a bell.
As he pulls his hand he steps aside of a job he has done well.
The clown steps in and he's safe again, as he proudly walks away.
He tips his hat as he waves to the crowd, he's won this show today.

This cowboy knows that an eight second ride, is what his life's about.
So with all his courage, strength and skill he struggles to work it out.
If his luck pulls thru he believes it's true,
he could win the world someday.
But for now eight seconds still remains, he lives to ride another day.

It's the cowboy's life, it's the cowboy's way.
He lives to ride another day.

Larry Palmer  
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A Young Man

A young man lays in his bed at night,
dream'n of his left hand wrapped up tight.
As he sits in the chute on the back of a bull.
When the gate man steps up into place,
the cowboy will slide up and nod his face.
And they'll open the gate and turn him loose to ride ride.

But in his dreams he can't feel the rush,
or hear the roar of the crowd.
He needs to feel the mighty beast,
twist beneath him as he rides proud.
Twist beneath him as he rides proud!

A young man stands tall behind the chutes
and thinks of what he must do.
Beside him stands the mighty beast proud, majestic and true.
Soon the gate man will come and take his place
and this cowboy will slide up and nod his face.
Then they'll open the gate and turn him loose to ride.

But it's not a dream, he'll feel the rush
and he'll hear the roar of the crowd.
He'll feel the strength of the mighty beast,
twist beneath him as he rides proud.
Twist beneath him as he rides proud!

As a young man climbs down in the chute, he knows well what he must do.
Beneath him stands the mighty beast, as he takes his pull and wraps too.
The gate man is standing in his place,
as the cowboy slides up and nods his face.
They open the gate and turn him loose to ride.

As he lives his dream, he feels the rush
and he hears the roar of the crowd.
He feels the strength of the mighty beast,
twist beneath him as he rides proud.
Twist beneath him as he rides proud!

A young man stands tall all alone and knows well what he can do.
He stands proud, majestic and true.

Larry Palmer  
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About Larry Palmer:

Good morn'n and yehaw, I'm the hottest poet on wheels you'll ever hear from. All my poetry can be read at my personal website which can be found at - http://palmers-poetry.tripod.com/poetry.html.  You see, right now I'm in a wheelchair temporarily. Back on May 3rd of 1997 I fell asleep driving and the medical profession was surprised that I survived. Hold on, before I tell about me, all my poetry is available printed on designer paper and framed in solid oak frames. If you see anything you want to display that you can personally relate to. It all looks real nice and is very affordable cowboy art. Any how, back to me, they said I'd never recover any mobility ever. At first nothing below my neck worked at all. But now I'm in my wheelchair about 16 hours a day. I have an arm bike, a stationary leg bike, parallel bars that I'm re-teaching myself to walk in. A standing squat frame where I do deep knee bends. It's without a doubt the biggest challenge I've ever had yet. But God designed this body to heal and he left me with enough time to do it. So enjoy my poetry but move over a bit and make room. I've never set still before and I ain't about to start.             

 

 

 

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