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Cowboy Memories

It was Friday and school was out
I can't remember why.
Maybe that was 'fore I started,
But it was just my Dad and I.
It must have been 'bout spring time
'Cause I can't recall the heat.
But I was a mite bit younger then
And a dern far sight less beat!

Daddy saddled up ole Silver,
My pony's name back then,
And Daddy had his own mount,
And we rode as day began.
We rounded up the cattle
And drove them 'Cross the hill
I thought I whiffed Ma's cookies,
But it was Dad's pipe smoke smell.

We could see a dark horizon
From the top of the pasture knoll.
Daddy looked at me and grinned
'Cause he knew the storm would roll!
So we drove the last cow through the fence
And went home at a trot.
We curried down and turned 'em loose
And found our favorite spot.

A storm was comin' now for sure.
Long before we felt the breeze
We watched it come a ripplin' through
The Texas piney trees.
Soon we heard the rumble
And saw the distant light
Of a cloud that, in an hour
Brought premature night.
From Daddy's ole Jeep tailgate
We watched the lightning flash
And counted down the seconds
To the mighty thunder crash.
Then, two pastures over,
he tree line disappeared
Dark gray drapes from the clouds
Advanced as the great storm neared.
Though the lightning was all around us
And the thunder mighty loud
With Daddy I watched in wander
As long as Ma allowed.

Still today when storms brew,
And I see them 'cross the pine
I dig up these ole memories
From my dusty cowboy mind.
Though now I'm with my own son,
For a minute I'm young again.
And we sit outside 'til his Momma
Calls for us to come on in.

2007, Steven T. Christian
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


Steve told us: We all have things that we remember about our childhood that make us what we are today and shape our daydreams and nostalgias. And we all, no matter how old we are, love to feel that certain breeze or hear a certain song that reminds us of a childhood we had once.   This is one of those things for me. This is a poem written about two different memories I have. Now I know that a boy the age that I was when this happened is not much help on a real cattle drive. I am sure Dad took me along because I begged him or just to have me around (I prefer to think it was the latter), but I didn't know that then, and I thought it was awesome that Dad was taking me out on a cattle drive! Yes, his pipe smelled like baking cookies. Later he told me it was called "Ladies' Choice" Pipe tobacco because it smelled so good. The other memory is of all those times that we watched the Texas sized storms roll in. The storm outside as I was writing this reminded me of it.



Days Like This

The sun came up in a beautiful way;
Should hit sev'nty by the heat of the day
It's forty right now in the mornin' air.
I sip my coffee, smile, and say a prayer
Milwaukee snorts as I buckle his girth
Tiffany's Flicka paws at the cool dirt,
Then we ride out to meet the day.
Her gorgeous smile gracing the way.

It's days like this that I don't mind
That fence needs fixed and I can't find
That heifer that broke out once again
I guess we'll ride until we bring her in!

Peppers and taters in a bed of coals
And, cuddled together, our fishing poles
Riding ripples waiting on lunch to bite
Keep this up, and we'll be here all night.

It's days like this that I don't mind
That fence needs fixed and I can't find
That heifer that broke out once again
I guess we'll ride until we bring her in!

We find the hole that heifer made,
We tie our horses in the evening shade;
We hear her cry from fifty yards away
A rope to lead an a ride to end the day.

It's days like this that I don't mind
That fence needs fixed and I can't find
That heifer that broke out once again
I guess we'll ride until we bring her in!

2007, Steven T. Christian
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

Steve comments: Now I must stress that this song is not by any means a normal day in the life of a cowboy. A normal day in the life of a cowboy does not usually include seeing anything quite so attractive as the beauty I am married to except for meal times and after the work is done, and the odd time of returning to the house. In fact, I guess this could also be titled "A Cowboy's Dream." But every once in a while, there are days like this that make it all worth the sweat, stink, and general lack of womanly company during the day. A life I love nonetheless!



Cowboy Knowledge at a City Boy College

I often get the strangest looks
From the people here at the school.
They all look at me differently
Whether they think that it's strange or cool.
But just because I'm a cowboy
Doesn't mean I can't read or write,
And I just plain ain't ignorant,
I just live in a different light!
I have found that much of their learning
Won't work for them in life,
But I can't tell the professors,
I tried, and it just caused strife!

One plus one is three per season
Unless, of course, she has twins,
And taking one from a hundred
Gives twice as much as when you began!
And it is all well and good
To wonder if James wrote the book,
But it would help us out more to study
What he said, let's take a look!
I've learned about barometers
And the exact heat of the sun
But the clouds will tell me what I need to know
About how the weather will run!

I'll finish college and graduate
Just to prove I can, of course,
But all the knowledge I'll ever use,
I learned from the back of my horse.

2007, Steven T. Christian
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


Steve comments: I will say right here and up front that I do not think a man could pick a better school to get his Bachelor's degree at. Bryan College is great, and should you want to find out more about it, go to

That said, I have found that many of the things that I learn here are great head knowledge to have, but much of it will probably be lost in several years due to lack of use. I started writing this poem after my Student worker teased me during homecoming week. He said I was dressed up two days too early for homecoming. Monday was geriatrics day, Tuesday was Rock Star day, Wednesday was Secret Agent Day, Thursday was Western Day, and Friday was Lion Pride day. Monday, when my garb was mentioned as ill timed, I would say that if they want to, I'll show them plenty of books that say this is what Old People wear, and have worn for more than a century. Tuesday I said I was a Rock Star trying to be a Country Star (Kid Rock or Rascal Flats, for example), Wednesday, I would say that if all the other Secret agents could wear black and stick out like a sore thumb, why couldn't this Secret agent wear things that make him stick out like a sore thumb? Thursday, I was not assaulted. It was nice. Friday, I wore a Bryan College t-shirt with my hat, boots, jeans, and bandanna. I didn't get much as far as comments go that day.

Also, I remember one particular time in Algebra class, we had a word problem that started out great and applicable. Then it started not making sense. We had a triangular pasture to begin with, which was fine, but one of the borders was a river. Still fine. Then we were to figure out how much fence we were supposed to buy. Still good. The hard part came in that we weren't given any lengths except the sum of two of the lengths (which included the river), the angle of one of the corners, the fact that this length was one third the length of that one, and the other one was some percentage of the length of that one, and this one was the sum minus something, and a third of the answer of the sum...and it went on. That made me mad. Just drive a truck from one corner to the other to the third, and you'll have your length on the odometer, or you can take a horse and run a length of string the same way and measure it.

Anyhow, I finally found the answer, and turned it in. He said it was not even near the correct answer. I thought I knew better, so I asked him to work it out for us in class. He did, and explained that the answer was simple. It was just the perimeter minus the length of the river. "That's the ignorantest thang I ever heard in my life!" says I, and for some odd reason, the whole class got deathly quiet.

"Oh really? Do you know something that these mathematics doctors don't?" asked the professor quite pointedly, which annoyed me to no end.

"Yeah, that's a fact. I got that answer at first, but I don't think there's one animal you would need a pasture and fence for that can be kept in with one strand of fence. That's just stupid. You need at least three strands, which would be (and I said a large number), or for good measure, you might want four, which would make it (and I said an even larger number)." He didn't seem to appreciate my explanation for some reason.

"Yeah, well that's not the correct answer." he said. I thought that was weak and read something else for the rest of class.




  About Steve Christian:

Steve Christian grew up in a small East Texas town called Elkhart. He helped his granddaddy and Father on the family farm working cattle until his family moved to Bryson City NC in '97.  He and his wife Tiffany now live in Dayton Tennessee while he earns a degree in Business administration from Bryan College, then it's back to Texas to once again live and work cows. To read more from Steve, visit his blog at



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