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Edmond, Oklahoma
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Prairie Lullaby

The campfire light's a dimmin' and the stars are overhead
My saddle is my pillow as I get my blanket spread
The day has been a long one riding fences 'cross the range
But breathing in the cool night air there's not a thing I'd change

The prairie wind's soft whisper greets the hooting of an owl
Soon the song is answered by a lonesome coyote's howl
Here beneath the prairie skies is just where I should be
The only place that's fittin' for an ole cowpoke like me

I'm wayward as the winds that blow across the prairie lands
As errant as the tumbleweed that rolls 'cross desert sands
But out here on the range is where my restless heart's at ease
A saddled pony, boots, and hat to make my memories

Out here upon the prairie as the day comes to an end
I think about the miles of fence that I must ride and mend
But tomorrow is another day so here beneath the sky
I'll listen as the prairie sings its gentle lullaby

© 2007, Steve Washam
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.



Taming Of The Tornado

A red and white-faced Braford, over sixteen hundred pounds
A bull they called Tornado and his fury knew no bounds
They said “He can’t be ridden”, they said “He is too mean”
He was the most ferocious bull that they had ever seen

Every cowboy feared him; you could see it in their eyes
Not a man had tamed the bull and his enormous size
Two hundred twenty men had tried and bravely made the mount
But not a single one of them had ever made the count

This massive ball of fury was filled with fire and rage
When he was drawn by Freckles Brown, forty-six years of age
A seasoned old bull rider who was tougher than a boot
Freckles mounted up the bull and waited in the chute

The cowboys that were there will tell you every word is true
The best bull rider in the world was there inside chute two
When that gate was opened, there was magic there that night
Everybody held their breath and watched a wondrous sight

Tornado lived up to his name as the gate was opened wide
He leaped out of the chute and then he spun from side to side
Freckles held onto the rope and shifted to the right
Then folks got to see an eight second miracle that night

A legend was born that ev’ning with Freckles Brown its name
When he rode that legendary bull no other man could tame
That ride is just a mem’ry now but none will soon forget
The day that Freckles rode the meanest bull they’d ever met

© 2007, Steve Washam
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

  About Steve Washam:

I was born and raised in Oklahoma. I have been writing poetry on and off for over thirty years but have only started writing seriously for the last four. I have a published book of poetry titled Words of a Humble Poet.

Read more about Words of a Humber Poet here at Lulu

I  write poetry on many subjects such as nature, fantasy, children's and humorous. My preferred style is rhymed quatrains however I have written many types of form poetry. I have recently written a few cowboy poetry works, and "Prairie Lullaby" was written for an acquaintance who has a father who is ill with cancer. She requested some of her poet acquaintances to write a  cowboy poem for her father's enjoyment and this piece was my offering. I am pleased to say she said her father enjoyed it very much.

My inspiration for "Prairie Lullaby" was from my father, who was born and raised in Texas and his father (my grandfather) was a Texas Ranger. My Dad enjoyed reading Frontier Times, True West and Old West magazines so I grew up with stories and tales of the old west all of my life. All of the relatives on my father's side are cattle ranchers around the Houston, Texas area and I spent many, many years visiting and working on these ranches.

I am currently the Director of  Network Services for the Oklahoma City Public School system. I have been married for 24 years to my wife Julie, and I have a son named Tony and a daughter named Tracy.






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