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 Reigns.

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 reigns 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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Sandy

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Cowboy Poetry and the Story of Jonah

As I began this post, I realized I have posted several cowboy references in my blog posts lately. Cowboy book review. Cowboy soup recipe. And now cowboy poetry.

Cowboy poetry doesn’t have to be written by cowboys. Authors usually have some connection to the cowboy life to at least know a little bit about what they are writing, though. Veterinarian Baxter Black might be one of the most well-known writers of the genre. Pilot appreciates Baxter Black’s poetry so much, he named our last dog, Baxter, after the poet.

The following poem, The Lost Ranch Revival, is written by Brad Curtis. It tells the story of a cowboy, similar to the prophet Jonah, who runs from his boss’ assignment. You can find this and other poems in his book of Christian cowboy poems, He Holds the Reigns.

The Last Ranch Revival

Sittin’ in the bunkhouse,

Boss came walkin’ in.

Said, Jon your horse is saddled,

Waitin’ in the pen.

Ride over to the Lost Ranch,

We need help gatherin’ cows.

Jon said, You know them boys,

All they do is carouse.

As Jon walked out thinkin’,

Hope that hoss is slow

To ride over,

I sure don’t want to go.

The Lost Ranch was the worst,

Nothin’ but sorry hands.

Only thing they were good for,

Was changin’ cow’s brands.

Rustlers and cutthroats,

Every last one.

They’re all at the Lost Ranch,

Because they’re on the run.

Jon rode out of the gate,

Over the first mountaintop.

Out of the Boss’s sight,

He wasn’t going to stop.

The Lost Ranch was west,

Turned his pony east on the trail.

As hard as he could ride,

Givin’ the spurs to his ol’ broomtail.

Then the  storm hit,

Sand blowin’ from the east.

Felt like he was in the belly,

Of some giant wild beast.

This storm was blindin’,

The trail was a haze.

Seemed to last for weeks,

But it was only three days.

When the storm was over,

Jon’s pony came apart.

Thrown to the ground,

He had a change of heart.

Climbed back in the saddle,

Started headin’ west.

After all when it came to hands,

The Boss knew what was best.

Got to the Lost Ranch,

What a sorry spread.

No grass or water,

Everything was dead.

Lookin’ at them boys said,

My Boss is gatherin’ strays.

If you’ll ride for The Brand,

He’ll forgive your sinful ways.

One by one they saddled up.

Said, Jon we’re tired of this place.

We’d like to meet your Boss

And thank Him for His grace.

Jonah 3:1-2

If we remember the story of Jonah, we remember Jonah ran the opposite direction when God told him to go to Ninevah, that wicked capital of the Assyrians, and preach repentance.

After spending three days in the belly of a large fish, however, Jonah realized there is nowhere we can run from God’s presence. Once the fish spewed Jonah ashore, the prophet headed to Ninevah.

Like Jonah, we sometimes run from the assignments God gives us. There are as many different reasons for our disobedience as there are different people. Jonah’s main reason for running was because he didn’t want the Ninevahites to be saved. They were wicked. In his limited selfish human mind, Jonah believed they deserved God’s wrath.

Just as that is not a decision for us to make, it wasn’t a decision for Jonah to make either. God eventually punished Ninevah, but in his timing. Not Jonah’s.

Thankfully, God is in the business of grace, forgiveness, redemption, and restoration. I am eternally grateful for his mercies, which are new every morning.

All of us deserve God’s wrath. Apart from a saving relationship with Jesus Christ as our LORD and Savior, we each face separation from God.

Do you have a favorite cowboy poem, or is this your first introduction to the form?

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The Lord gave this message to Jonah son of Amittai:  “Get up and go to the great city of Nineveh. Announce my judgment against it because I have seen how wicked its people are.”

 But Jonah got up and went in the opposite direction to get away from the Lord. He went down to the port of Joppa, where he found a ship leaving for Tarshish. He bought a ticket and went on board, hoping to escape from the Lord by sailing to Tarshish. Jonah 1:1-3 (NLT)

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