CowboyPoetry.com    Cowboy Poetry and Music and More at the BAR-D Ranch

ZACH MARTIN
Lafayette, Indiana
About Zach Martin

 

Clownin Around

He's not quite normal,
or average at all
He paints his face,
and wears big baggy pants
But hes not a teenager,
walkin the mall
Hes a bullfighter,
the bravest cowboy of all

See, ya got your bull riders,
tougher than most
And then the bronc riders,
they come close
The ropers and doggers,
they gotta be strong
But, them women on horseback,
they just get carried along

They may get drunk,
and break a few rules
But, hey, they're clowns,
they're supposed to be fools
So when they're out,
just havin some fun
Leave them be,
til the show has begun

They know their place
and they stand their ground
When that big ugly bull
comes spinnin around
The cowboy tries hard,
but gets thrown to the dirt
And the clown steps in.
to assure he wont get hurt

There's no better feelin,
than doin the deed
Of savin the life
Of a friend in need

Zach Martin
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 

 

Toughen Up

After the show
He gets his paycheck
And heads down the road
To where he goes next
Its the rodeo life
You gotta be tough
Livin on the road
Sure is rough

You get to the show
Pay your entry fees
Check out the draws
Its a good one your pleased
You drew a big brahma
Best bull in the pen
You've rode him once
You can do it again

You pull out your rope
With rossin and all
Get out your gear
That'll break your fall
A protective vest
An' bull ridin boots
You wait for your bull
To be loaded in the chutes

You climb on his back
Pull your rope tight
Nod your head
An hang on with all your might
He bucks real hard
Spinnin an a kickin
Throws you to the ground
And you take a lickin

The clown steps in
To make the save
So that danged ol bull
Wont send you to your grave
You get to safety
Behind the gate
The the lord for the clown
Glad he wasn't late

You pack up your gear
And load up the truck
The bull won this time
You needed some luck
But it wasn't your day
Some other man won
But you dont care
You're havin fun

When you ride in the rodeo
You start out a pup
But the way to get better
Is to toughen up
Cuz it'll get rough
Be hard on a man
Cuz its the greatest sport
In the entire land

2002, Zach Martin
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 

 

Bulldogger's Creed

I'm the toughest man in the arena
No others compare to me
I drop a steer in three seconds flat
I know no injury
My horse ain't big
But he's fastest in the pen
I nod my head
So the battle will begin
My horse leaves hard
I'm a kickin real fast
Then I jump off
And get a good grasp
I throw out my feet
Bring his head around
Twist his neck
And drop him to the ground
I'll be a world champ
Just wait and see
Cuz I'm the toughest there is
And ever will be

2002, Zach Martin
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 

 



8 Second Ride

You pack up your gear
You gotta get a big check
So ya head for the show
That you entered next

You get to the show
And pay your fees
You draw a good bull
You sure are pleased

You pull out your rope
To keep a good grip
You're lookin for a win
An 8 second trip

They load up your bull
You're the last one to ride
The leader scored eighty
You'll score ninety-five

You give a big nod
They pop open the gate
You get bucked off
A bull rider's fate

So you leave empty-handed
But you've still got your pride
You'll just wait around
Til the next 8 second ride

2002, Zach Martin
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 


Colorful Character of a Clown

Dirty ol' hat
A'top of his head
With a colorful band
Hangin limp likes it's dead

Shirts that got fringe
In all crazy styles
Every color you can think up
Combined to look wild

Got baggies that're blue
They look like a skirt
Lined with bandanas
Wild as the shirt

So the total attire
Is different to most
But so's the Cowboy
That's wearin these clothes

We call him the bullfighter
To city folks he's a clown
And he gets satisfaction
Makin bulls spin around

He's the lifeguard of Rodeo
The rescue 9-1-1
And he loves doin his job
Whether it's business or fun

So look at him funny
Or talk about his clothes
But I wouldn't get on a bull
If ya find out he knows

He's the guardian angel
When mean bulls are at prime
Keepin a hand on your shoulder
To get through a tough time

His bravery is above all
And his heart is true
So watch what you say
He could be savin you

2002, Zach Martin
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 

 

Almost the Perfect Horse

There's a horse outside in my pasture
That has what it takes to win
I've never seen anything faster
Nor have most other men
His perfectly shaped feet
Make him float across the air
Addin their own type of beauty
To his muscular shape and golden hair
His tail and mane are grown long
And his forelocks cover his eyes
He's got muscles like a pro wrestler
Which make his speed no surprise
We use him for doggin steers
And you can throw a rope from him too
And if you need a good barrel horse
I've got just the horse for you
Cept there's one thing I havent told ya
That may change your mind a bit
He's got a certain bloodline
That makes him able to spit
And maybe I should probably mention
The weird curve to his back
And it might be good to tell ya
That he's as thin as a saddle rack
So now that I think it over
He might not be the best around
But who's to say that a llama
Can't play on the horse's ground

2004, Zach Martin
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 

 

The Cowboy Test

So you say you wanna be a cowboy
Ya think you got what it takes
I'll give you a test to reveal the truth
And have some pains and aches
I'll put you on a buckin broncho
And a spinnin brahma bull
You'll hafta saddle a horse for ridin
And rope a steer to pull
Ya see, a cowboy's not made from clothes
Or the buckle on his belt
He don't need boots made of snakeskin
Or a hat made of felt
A cowboy's made by his ways
And from others he's set apart
So don't judge a cowboy by his denim jeans
Judge a cowboy by his heart
So, you proved to me that you can ride
You stayed calm and cool in the chutes
But before your next test go take a bath
And knock the dust off of your boots
A cowboy needs good manners
So let's head down to the bar
I'm gonna check your attitude
And see if it's up to par
I say, A cowboy's not made from clothes
Or the buckle on his belt
He don't need boots made of snakeskin
Or a hat made out of felt
A cowboy's made by his ways
And from others he's set apart
So don't judge a cowboy by his denim jeans
Judge a cowboy by his heart
Congratulations to you my friend
You proved you could pass the test
With a lot of hard workin
You'll one day ride with the best
But always keep in mind
The lines I've said to you
They're a code that you should live by
A thing you should always do

2004, Zach Martin
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 

 

 

About Zach Martin:

I'm a student at McCutcheon High School. I write poetry as kind of a hobby, I guess. I got bored in study hall one day and decided to try it. I submitted a few poems to Terry Ike Clanton's web-site and received Cowboy Poet of the Month. My dad thought that was awesome, so he encouraged me to write some more. 

I'm actually a professional bullfighter following in the footsteps of my father.  My biggest influence for poetry is Chris Ledoux. The content of my poetry is kind of like his, but I don't get the message across half as good as he does. I'm also an athlete at school, but I would prefer fighting bulls over throwin pigskin any day. 

 

 

www.cowboypoetry.com

 

HOME

 What's New | Poems | Search

 Features | Events  

The BAR-D Roundup | Cowboy Poetry Week

Poetry Submissions 

Subscribe | Newsletter | Contact Us

  Join Us!

 

Authors retain copyright to their work; obtain an author's
permission before using a poem in any form.

 

CowboyPoetry.com is a project of the Center for Western and Cowboy Poetry, Inc., a Federal and California tax-exempt non-profit 501 (c) (3) organization.  

Site copyright information