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TYLER GUY
Utah
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Eulogy of a Cowboy

Nights of cold felling old, horses that's seen it all.
Ground to sky valleys wide,  upon land where cattle bawl.
Feel of wind upon leathered skin, dust with every breath.
Morning curse with every ride, for those who come and left.
Days have passed with sinking sun, chased by rising moon.
The end will shadow the ways of life, not now but someday soon.
Ride the day hold on to time, as the past is letting go.
Keep tight to horse, ground to sky, live the life you know.

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

 

Tyler told us, "This piece was inspired by the ways of so many. Throughout my life, I've had the privilege of riding alongside some of the toughest and most honest cowboys ever known. Every one of them was willing to take the time to pass on what they knew and did it with honor. Every moment that I've spent with them, it seems a story played out of a way of life that they cherished. Many of them have now passed on but they've left behind a legacy that may be gone but never forgotten. I'm honored to live my life in a way that is as honest and true as those I've had the privilege of riding with.

 

 

Shadow Rider

Minds that beckon the call of cattle,
of those who ride today.

Ways of life you chose to follow,
by words they had to say.

Lessons learned, trial an error,
become making of a man.

Wright or wrong of ways we teach
by lending a helping hand.

True to ways from those before,
ride the shadows of ways today.

For feel of dust, horse to man,
not reflecting on some pay.

Generations upon sacred ground,
burn deep inside a soul.

Horse to cattle pass in time,
in search of distance home.

Dad to grandpa passing down,
ways of running deep.

makes a cowboy for which we live,
in the ways we must keep.


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


Tyler told us, "This was a title once given to me by an old cowboy by the name of Meace Brown. I recall a time when we were on the spring gather out on the west desert. About a half a dozen outfits all run in the same area so we would do a few big pushes to fill up the pens and sort them out. Lot of the same folks would come out and help every year and some were pretty good hands. Then we had what was known as Shadow Riders. They didn't know much just just enough to get in the way and ask lots of questions. The kind that rode the shadows of a seasoned hand. As I look back it wasn't a bad title to have. You got your hands dirty and when things went south you were just far enough on the outskirts that you never took the blame."
 

 

Dying Legacy

Try to put in perspective the pain when it's time for letting go.
For what once was is now just a memory in a place you've called home.

The winds across the prairie grass seems to tell it all.
Joy from those who weathered the storm, and the cries from many that took a fall.

Don't understand why the Lord takes a liking to some.
Why others are forced through the pain.
Guess it's way of saying for every loss there is a gain.
 
If one could only go back in time, what words would one say?
Would they listen? Could we turn up ways that would help one stay?
 
Would they ever understand how lives are built on more then a piece of ground!
Would they feel the pain and fear when it all comes crashing down?

Our way of life seems to be fading away more and more, over time
It's plain to see.
We've become part of that circle of what's known as the "Dying Legacy"

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

 

Tyler told us, "The poem 'Dying Legacy' is one that hits home, especially  around our county. Growing up in the Tooele Valley, ranching seemed to be the way of life. If you weren't involved directly, chances were that someone in the family was. Over the last 15yrs most of the big ranches have been pushed out due to development and others have weathered the storm. Every day I still drive by where some of my best childhood memories took place. Today you would never know that it was home to The Lazy Heart Ranch. Now surrounded by homes and some pasture for hay, if you know where to look you can still see some of the fence posts. While driving by I happened to be listening to 'Empty Corrals' by Trinity Seely. It took me back to them days that are gone but never forgotten. The combination of the song and those memories, well let's just say the poem sort of wrote itself." 

 


 


    About Tyler Guy
                                                     
provided 2013

Tyler Guy was born in Magna, Utah and most of his life has been spent in the Tooele, Utah Valley, the place that he now calls home. A writer and reciter of cowboy poetry it's only been a few years ago that he started sharing it with others. Over the last couple of years his writings have taken him all over the intermountain West.

Tyler has been a finalist in the Silver Buckle Award in the state of Texas and has shared the stage with some of the best cowboy poets and western singers around. Recently he started collaborating on some of his writings with The Buckaroo Balladeers, who he gives great credit to, along with many others for their willingness to point him in the right direction.

Tyler grew up working for some of the top wool producers at a young age, then went on to the cattle industry, working for the Lazy Heart Land and Livestock. Most of his writings come from the vision of those he rode with and the stories they would tell. As he likes to put it, "There are just some things you witness and hear in this type of lifestyle, you just can't make up." With the Lazy Heart Ranch now dismantled and some of the bigger ranches also gone, he spends his time helping out with the Running F, a small family operation that keeps just enough steers around and puts up enough hay so that you can still call yourself a cowboy.

 

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