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Shower of Hope

It has been an unusually long, hot and dry summer this year,
And for nearly six months these skies have been crystal clear.
But now a gusty wind is kicking up and black clouds take an ominous stance.
Tree limbs are rocking to the beat of the thunder as if performing a rain dance.

Colts in the pasture are buckin' and fartin', welcoming the cooler air.
Even ol' Biscuit acts like a filly instead of a 20 year old mare.
The birds and locusts are strangely quiet as they wait in anticipation,
For the coming rains replenishing shower and ground soaking saturation.

I smell it before it gets here, the aroma of nature in its purest form.
The perfume of life falling from the sky, from which all vegetation is born.
Then I hear it, the splatter of huge drops falling to the dry parched sod.
Me and the land breathe a sigh of relief and a quiet thank you to God.

I feel it, fresh and wet on my head and I don't care if I get drenched.
My spirit has been thirsty and I'll stand here until it's quenched.
As the life giving moisture falls like a curtain it turns my world around,
Grass no longer crunches beneath me and water fills the cracks in the ground.

Stock tanks begin to be muddy, they'll look good with water again.
The crops and the fields will be reborn and new growth will soon begin.
Excitement and hope well up in me and I let out a joyful shout,
I pray to the one who sent this shower that this is the end of the drought

© 2013, Teresa Burleson, All Rights Reserved
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's  permission.


Teresa told us, "This poem was inspired by the drought in 2011. I started the poem but never finished it. Then in February, 2013, I was a featured performer at the Cochise Cowboy Gathering in Sierra Vista, Arizona and the theme for the show was 'Water.' I pulled out the poem and finished it so I could recite it at the Cochise Gathering."


It was early Fall and I was heading to town in a hurry ‘cause I was running late,
But I had to take the time to get out and shut and lock the gate.
That’s when I noticed the flag we fly from a 10 foot cedar stave,
Was wrapped around and around the pole and it wasn’t free to wave.
Now, I am a patriotic so to leave it that way made no sense,
I made my way through cactus and yucca to climb up on the fence.
I stepped up on the bottom rail and pulled and pulled on the flag,
But the pole was rough and sticky and it was stuck on a snag.
So I stepped up one more rail to try to set Old Glory free.
And what I heard next scared the dickens out of me!
It was a rattle, that indescribable sound that makes the blood rush to your head.
The sound that can mean only one thing and it fills your heart with dread.
I froze, trying to figure out what was the next move to make.
I didn’t want fall off the fence into cactus, red yucca and snake.
I knew I couldn’t step down; I might step right into that demons snare.
I could only move to the right or left and I knew I was moving out of there.
I started sliding across that fence so fast it made my head spin.
But every time I’d move I’d hear that sickening rattle again.
When I’d stop the rattle would stop, and when I’d go I hear that sound.
It sounded like it was behind me, between my backside and the ground.

I couldn’t see it and I was stuck up on that fence, this didn’t seem like a fair fight.
And I admit, I was scared ‘cause folks have died from a rattlesnake bite!

Now I believe that when you’re in a bind you should take a moment to pray.
So I prayed for help and then… I prayed no one would hear about that day.
You see, when I stopped long enough to have that little talk with God,
It occurred to me that the rattle was my behind hitting the yucca seed pod!
Well, I got back into my truck, embarrassed that yucca had made a fool outta me.
And I was halfway to town when I realized, I was so rattled, I never got that dern flag free!

© 2013, Teresa Burleson, All Rights Reserved
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's  permission.

Teresa told us about the poem, "It is actually a true story. And it happened exactly like the poem says. The flag was tangled so I climbed the fence at our gate to straighten it. Rattle snakes are common out here, so when I heard that rattle I really was scared!"


The Investment

He's a rowdy six-year-old and his mama's pride and joy.
He looks just like his daddy did when he was a little boy.

His hat sits low, atop his ears and the brim's a little bent.
Beneath it are brown eyes, freckled face and a nose that is skint.

His shirt is buttoned to the top like his daddy does.
There's a trophy buckle at his waist and a pair of leather gloves.

He wears hand-me-down boots with tall tops that are blue.
His jeans are tucked inside 'em like the other cowboys do.

He sure looks like a cowboy and that's what he wants to be.
But there is so much more to him than the clothes that you see.

He's already learning honor and treats his elders with respect.
It's a pride in what he stands for and just what mom expects.

He's not impressed by celebrities who have fortune and fame.
His daddy is his hero and he proudly wears his name.

He helps with the spring works and again at the fall gathers.
He looks forward to the fun and he's learnin' what matters.

When he's bigger he'll flank 'em and stretch 'em out when they brand.
For now, he will do what he can and he'll try to make a hand.

Growing up a ranch kid teaches the value of work and play.
His parents watch with pride as he takes up the cowboy way.

They know you have to let 'em try and let 'em have a turn,
And if you don't take 'em with you they will never learn.

He is cherished with a gentle love that is kind and firm,
And when needed, disciplined with a hand that is stern.

© 2014, Teresa Burleson, All Rights Reserved
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's  permission.

This poem appears in the 2015 Western Horseman calendar.

Teresa told us that, "The inspiration for this poem came from a family I saw at the WRCA Ranch Rodeo Finals in Amarillo, Texas. I was one of the poets last year and between sets I was browsing through the exhibits and I observed a conversation between a little cowboy and his parents. He was very respectful and even when they told him, 'No,' he never acted up. And it was obvious that he was a happy child. I am always inspired by ranch families and the way they are able to raise their children."


    About Teresa Burleson
provided 2013

Teresa is an award winning cowgirl poet whose poems are inspired by her personal experiences, her heritage, and the Western way of life. This Texas native has an appreciation for the agricultural industries and the people who make their lives in it. Teresa's zest for life is evident in her poetry as well as her ability to make people laugh and touch their lives.

Teresa and her husband, Bobby, live on a small ranch in rural Parker County, Texas. During the severe drought in 2011 they sold all of their livestock except for their Quarter Horses. They also compete in chuckwagon cooking competitions with their 1898 Mitchell wagon that they restored and preserved to be historically correct. In addition to his day job Bobby makes custom bits and spurs.

Her passion for her Western Heritage is also how she makes her living. Like a lot of people these days she drives to town to work. Her position as the Director of the Stockyards Museum, in the historic Fort Worth Stockyards, allows her the opportunity to promote, perpetuate and educate not only the local history but that of the cattle drives that passed through Fort Worth.

Teresa was honored to be awarded the 2010 Cowgirl Poet of the Year by the Academy of Western Artists. She has multiple nominations by the Western Music Association (WMA) and the Academy of Western Artists (AWA). Her first CD, The Cowgirl Way, was nominated and in the Top 10 by the WMA in 2009.

Her newest CD, The Legend Remains, was released on July 19, 2013.

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The Legend Remains



Shower of Hope
I Reckon I’m A Texan—song written by Tex Butler
Going Green
Grandmas Legacy (framed by Precious Memories by J.B.F. Wright)
Calf Slobbers
Signs of Life
The Jacket
A Path For Me To Follow
The Legend Remains

All poetry created and recited by Teresa Burleson

Lead Guitar – Rich O’Brien
     Rhythm Guitar – Devon Dawson
     Bass – Kristyn Harris
     Fiddle—Rich O’Brien.   Brook Wallace on track 4
     Produced by – Rich O’Brien
     Engineer – Aarom Meador
     Produced at Allegro Sound Lab, Burleson, TX
     Cover photo courtesy of Ross Hecox / Western Horseman
     Printing and Duplication by Nationwide Disc, Richland Hills, TX

From the media release:

The release of Teresa Burleson’s second CD, The Legend Remains, has been a long time coming. It has been 3 years since the release of her first CD, The Cowgirl Way.

There are 11 poems that were inspired by her life and her heritage and one track that took her out of her comfort zone as she sings "I Reckon I’m a Texan." The material on this CD reflects Teresa’s sense of humor, her love of history and her roots that are planted in the agricultural and cowboy way of life.

Available for $17 postpaid from; or contact Teresa Burleson at

The Cowgirl Way


Available for $17 postpaid from; or contact Teresa Burleson at




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