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Cowboy Poetry by Debra G. Meyer
Debra G. Meyer was born in Brooklyn, New York, in 1955.
In 1965, she and her family relocated to southern Indiana. She married in 1974, continued her studies at Indiana State University, and by the age of thirty, had two children and a job teaching elementary school.
Debra’s first cowboy poem was written after attending a cowboy gathering in Fort Worth, Texas, in 2007. Debra’s poems are, for the most part, centered about the folks and happenings of Turning Point Equine Center, located near Bainbridge, Indiana. TPEC’s clientele is an eclectic mix of characters-cowboys, doctors, lawyers, teachers, factory workers, artists, young, old… and the list goes on.
These folks are drawn together by their love of the horse and their desire to improve their horsemanship skills and understanding. These individuals, with their successes and misadventures, have provided her with wonderful poem fodder.
Debra’s poems have been published on cowboypoetry.com, westernpoetry.org, and cowboypoetrypress.com. One of her poems, The Boots, was included in Western Poetry Publication’s Eight Viewpoints. This book, edited by Clark Crouch, is available on Amazon.com.
The Quest
Deb Meyer
I watch the mare rattle the gate.
She’s stocky, gray, and strong.
Alert, keen determination,
Her task won’t take her long.
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Heartache and Pards
Deb Meyer
His words were plain and to the point,
“Sometimes this life just sucks.
She does her best to throw ya down,
She boogers and she bucks.”
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Wooin’ the Mule
Debra G. Meyer
I’s up to Ed’s one Sunday,
We was plannin’ on a ride.
I hollered at his barn door,
Then I moseyed on inside.
My eyes just took a smidgeon
To adjust to dimmer light.
I found that I was peerin’’
At a most engagin’ sight.
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Horse Sense
Debra G. Meyer
“She’s strong,” the cowboy offered,
With a twinkle in his eye.
“I’ll wager she’s got bottom,
With no quit and lots of try.”
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The Patch
Debra Meyer
This trail that I ride runs on ahead,
Though I can’t quite see round the bend.
I once thought this trail everlastin’,
But now I’m aware there’s an end.
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Hard Candy Cowboy
By Debra G. Meyer
He wasn’t large in stature,
Couldn’t tell it by his walk.
His bobwire eyes could cut you,
Had no nonsense in his talk.
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