Cowboy Poetry – Cowboy in Snakeskin Boots

cowboy bootsThe following poem, Cowboy in Snakeskin Boots, is written by Brad Curtis. If you’d like to read another of his poems here on the blog, how about The Last Ranch Revival and the story of Jonah? You can find this and other poems in Brad’s book of Christian cowboy poems, He Holds the Reins.

Cowboy in Snakeskin Boots

Never been a soorier cowboy

Than ol’ Devil Red.

He started out as a puncher

On the big sky spread.

When he hired on

D.R. was the best.

Not a better cowboy

In all of the west.

Now when it came to ridin’,

D.R. was a champ.

A top hand for sure.

Not some saddle tramp.

Rope ’em on the run.

Turn one on a dime.

A cow didn’t have a chance,

When D.R. threw his twine.

Always packin’ iron,

He never had to draw.

Fast as blue lightnin’.

The quickest I ever saw.

Now this cowboy

Was perfect in every way.

Cowboyin’ was his life.

He’d do it for no pay.

But the longer he was there

Riding for The Brand,

The more he began to talk,

How he was the best in the land.

Then the day came

While breaking a bad hoss.

D.R. told the boys

I think I’ll be the boss.

He said, “Boys, I’m takin’ over.

Gonna rustle the herd.

My pistols are loaded.

You can pass the word.”

That’s when the Boss rode in,

Said, “D.R., I’ll break your pride.

You’re headed down below.

On the big sky, you’ll never ride.”

“You were my top hand.

Now you’re as sorry as can be.

You’ll work on a ranch,

But not one for me.”

“The ranch that you will work

Is hot as the sun.

No water anywhere.

Grass…well, there’s none.”

“Yep, you’ll be the boss

Of your own spread.

But it is a place

Where everything is dead.”

“So pack up your gear.

That nag you’re ridin’ you can take.

You’re headin’ down below,

You ol’ sorry snake.”

Brad Curtis

Just like Ol’ Devil Red in this cowboy poem, Lucifer thought he was hot stuff. Best in the land. His pride became his downfall. Satan figured he’d take over the reins in heaven. He figured no one could stop him. But the Lord God Almighty, Ruler of Heaven and Earth, Lord of Heaven’s Armies, told the devil otherwise.

Satan rules alright, but not in heaven. That snakeskin boot wearer is destined to eat dust all his days in a land where there is no light. A land of eternal darkness absent from the Father’s glorious presence.

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How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground—mighty though you were against the nations of the world. For you said to yourself, “I will ascend to heaven and rule the angels. I will take the highest throne. I will preside on the Mount of Assembly far away in the north. I will climb to the highest heavens and be like the Most High.” Isaiah 14:12-14 (TLB)

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