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Western Poetry Corner
Smokey is a published author and a native Texan. He was the keynote poet at the Texas Independence Festival and was voted 2014 Poet of the Year by the Grandbury Texas Independence Day Committee. He and his wife Suze live just south of Houston where he also works as a ranch hand at Habitat For Horses, a horse rescue ranch near Galveston.
Smokey Culver's book, A Wrap And A Hooey is available on Amazon. Here is the editorial review as it appears on Amazon:  

"Smokey Culver grew up in Pasadena and Southeast Texas. He is a member of Academy of Western Artists and Western Music Association. You can find Smokey’s work in Cowboy Poetry Press, Houston Count courier, Habitat for Horses Website, Bar D Ranch, Poolville Post (Poolville, Texas), and he presented at the Texas Independence Day Celebration at the Courthouse in Granbury. He was also published in Unbridled (Cowboy Poetry Press). Smokey was also a Finalist in the 2014 NFR Cowboy Poetry Contest in Las Vegas, and he was named the 2013 Poet of the Year at the Texas Independence Day Celebration at the Courthouse in Granbury, Texas."
A cowgirl who was born into three generations of  cattle ranchers in northern California, Teresa says, "The ranch has been gone for some years now, but it still lives and breathes in my blood. I love everything about the cowboy/cowgirl way of life. Everything I write, I have lived or know a lot about.”

After living a good part of her life in Montana and raising three children, Teresa has moved back to California and now lives outside of a small rodeo town. She is working on a poetry book and will have several poems published this fall. 
A Cowgirl's Poetic Journey
By Teresa Parisi - Herrin
Teresa announced her column to the world on August 30th, 2014 as a guest on B.J Rickard's Internet radio show "Stall 13."  
Click on the boot to listen to the interview and hear her read one of her poems titled "Her Silent Gaze."
"Cowboy Poetry" by Smokey Culver
Richard Womack
"The Lonesome Cowboy"
An accomplished archer of national repute, Richard Womack has also written four novels about the Texas Rangers and countless cowboy poems. He currently lives in San Antonio.
Ride The Ranger Winds
Western Novels By Texas Author
Richard Womack
Non Stop Action of The Texas Rangers
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Smokey has once again been written up for his efforts at Habitat For Horses.  This was posted  03-01-15.  Click the button below.  I'll bet Paco is waiting to say 'Mornin y'all.
Poppa Mac (Geoff Mackay), is the founder and past president of The Canadian Rodeo Wranglers Association, and can be found working in rodeo arenas throughout Western Canada. In recent years, he has spent time entertaining rodeo audiences with his antics and stories as Poppa Mac the Rodeo Clown.

Poppa Mac has been entertaining audiences at trail rides, rodeos, cowboy churches, concerts and cowboy gatherings all over Western Canada and several States. His writing style reflects his outlook on life. Poppa Mac’s poems are written from his experiences and have an honesty that only someone who has lived the cowboy life could capture.
Poppa Mac is also a member of the following organizations:

Licensed Cowboy Chaplain 
(Cowboy Chaplains of America, Cowboys for Christ)
Alberta Cowboy Poetry Association
Manitoba Cowboy Poets

His CD's and publications include the following:
CD; Behind the Grease Paint (collection of Original Cowboy poetry) Released
CD; Fallen But Forgiven (Collection of Original Inspirational Cowboy Poetry, includes one classic)Released
Behind the Grease Paint, Outback Prince poems published on Cowboy Poetry Press
Behind the Grease Paint included in Unbridled poetry anthology
Book; “Biscuits, Beans & Cowboy Coffee” being published by Reddashboard Publishing company (Out Beginning of 2016).

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David Hansford, also known as Two-Bit-Pete, makes his home in Fort Worth, and spends much of his spare time in the historic Fort Worth Stockyards. There, he and other like-minded members of a re-enactment group work to preserve, portray and “capture the spirit of the old west cowboy” as it was in the late 1800’s. Even though he is somewhat new to reciting in public, his comfortable style and dry humor make his cowboy poetry fun and entertaining. For the last two years David has presented classic and tradition cowboy poetry at events such as the Durango Cowboy Poetry Gathering, Cowboy Campfire Tales at the Fort Worth Stock Show and various Red Stegall events. He is also a regular performer at the Cowtown Opry in Fort Worth.

While David does not write or recite much of his own poetry, he has chosen to master the art of delivery in the character of Two-Bit-Pete, so while you might care to read the words if they are posted, it is suggested that you listen to the recorded presentations taken from his latest CD titled, “Cowboy Classics.” This is really the only way to appreciate this inspiring performer.
Two -Bit -Pete 
Written by S. Omar Barker - Recited by Two Bit Pete
Grab your copy of this new CD by messaging David on Facebook, or sending an e-mail to twobitpete@hotmail.com or calling and leaving a message at 214-912-7221. The price is $17.64 which includes shipping.
Visit his website by clicking the logo.
Poppa Mac's has just released his fifth book titled
Stories from the M2 Ranch.  According to Geoff, "it's a bunch of adventures occurring on the family ranch." It's available now on Amazon.  Click the book cover to the right to see all of Geoff's books on Amazon.
A Poem From Richard Womack
Smokey Culver Named Poet Laureate of Pasadena, Texas
www.ridetherangerwinds.com
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Click The Stick Horse To Hear Geoff Read "Cap Guns & Stick Ponies."
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Click The Milk Can To Listen To Teresa Read "Born Way Too Late."
Great Grandmother's Poems From The North Woods
March
Editor's Note:  My great grandmother was hardly a cowgirl, but she did lead a life filled with many adventures, and while this collection of poems is likely a century old, I am fortunate to have them and continue to enjoy them as a window into her life and times.
Accordin’ to the radio it’s 50 below
With 100% chance of blowin’ snow
But the cattle still need to be fed
Put on all the clothes from the pile
Need to be outside for a while
Wife’s worried I’ll be frozen dead

Winds whippin’ snow around
Can’t tell the sky from the ground
Out a window on the second floor
Drifts are at least six feet high
Some almost touchin’ the sky
Tired before the first chore

Off house into a bank
Not too sure how far I sank
Almost covered my eyes
Struggled to get myself out
Amongst moments of doubt
But made it after a few tries

Now to figure out a way
To gain access to the hay
Could barely see the shed
The Tractor didn’t start
Engine almost blew a part
Then sat there playin’ dead

Shovel in hand I fought 
Thinkin’ it all for naught
But made into the shed
Gonna have to use the sleigh
If the cattle are to get hay
Guess I better get Bob and Fred

Bob and Fred were waiting
As I arrived at the pen skating
On what was once our lawn
They weren’t overly thrilled
Not enjoyin’ being chilled
But I needed their brawn

Course Horses ain’t dumb
Want their food and then some
Includin’ lots of extra oats
Hitched them to the sleigh
Lots of hay then on our way
First stop the wife’s goats

Through the snow they plowed
Raising quite the white cloud
Covering me head to toe
After forever we arrive
Findin’ all the cows alive
Huddled against the blow

Couldn’t quite feel my ears
Eyes frozen by my tears
Cheeks burned to the touch
Fingers and toes are numb
My tongue even froze some
But not complainin’ too much

Animals are safe and all fed
Laid out some straw for a bed
Now headin’ back in the house
Momma has the fire roarin’
Soon I’m gonna be snorin’
in a blanket like a mouse

Winter's Fury
Poppa Mac Inc. ©2019
Tales from the Mind of Poppa Mac
The Cycle of the Year in the North Woods
Fanny Kennish Earl
Oh black-robed harbinger of Spring
Whose harsh notes through the ether ring, 
Oh much maligned and hated crow 
Who fearing neither cold nor snow
Will leave the warm and sunny clime
When fruit and flowers are in their prime 
To bring, with every lengthening ray
The news that Spring is on the way.

And ere their crazy nests are done 
Beneath the touch of rain and sun,
Sweet arbutus will fill the air
With perfume far more rich and rare
Than eastern travelers bought and sold
For many times their wright in gold.

So may the grateful poet sing
Of sweep and sheen of raven wing,
The first glad token that the sun
Its magic course once more has run.

Give a listen to some award winning poets as they contribute to Music and Poetry of the West. In this hour long event you will hear some outstanding music along with poems by Smokey Culver, Poppa Mac, Greg Bade, K.C. LaCourse, Ed Meyer and John Pelham.

Find the video on YouTube by clicking on the Texas emblem to the left.

We certainly hope you enjoy the showcase.
A Walk To The Barn

The path to the barn is covered with snow
So how will I know which way to go?
Lucky for me the dog knows the way
As I carry the cargo of water and hay.

The ground likes not the prints I make
It groans and creeks each step I take
Deeper I sink the further I go
The sound of timbers breaking below?

Maybe old wagons rolling over the rocks
Or the sound of lost souls breaking free of their box
Nothing to see up here above ground
Better to stay where you’ll not soon be found.

Up to the rise and the fork in the road
Which way is best with the precious load
The fork to the left is uphill and steep
The fork to the right has drifts a foot deep.

From the top of the ridge the barn I can see
And multiple eyes all looking at me
Impatiently waiting for the water and hay
The sun in the east begins a new day.

And so it goes on for as long as it may
Water and hay – two times a day
Across the broad meadow and over the hill
The freeze will soon pass but the chores never will.

No matter the critter no matter the season
Why do I do it? Just one simple reason
When you sign up for this job to become a top hand
It’s just what you do when you work for the brand.

Poetry From The Fencepost
By
Greg Bade
  ~I Believe ~ 


I believe that life is but poetry in motion; let dance the flowing rhythm of the constant rivers. 
Be careful wishing and relying on that same star, some things just won't deliver. 


Life is living paintings of pretty clouds, derived from pure imagination. 
Never needing any form of explanation.


Not just for some, but for you and for me. 
Lending itself to the bitter emotion, no magic, no miracle cure will ever really set you free. 


Limited we are not, to just black and white, rather endless colors, singing out from conception to Heaven.
Not only in the searching, rather in the findings of your God given talents, and gifts from within. 


Gather like wild flowers the innocent wisdom of children, yes; Gods perfect picture show.
Dig up knowledge from the past, never forgetting the old and wise, hidden beneath endless blankets of          pure and that of un-pure snow.


May we learn to catch the happiness from the gentle rays of the sun. Throwing back the sadness, from                  the eye of the storm. 
Recognizing along the way, and everyday, that too much sun will burn, and too little rain won't cool, but                  warm


 All living and breathing creatures, just like us, are really all in one
 Blessed are those that have found the true gift of life; endless forgiveness and love from above.


 Let us not forget the true meaning of the word colorblind.
 Remembering life itself is not in the collecting, but in the giving of all that you are fortunate to find. 


~ Teresa Parisi-Herrin
Copyright 4/18/2015