Cowboy Poetry by Joel T. Bailey
Born and raised in Mississippi, Joel currently resides in Vicksburg with his wife of 44 years, Betty. Joel started writing poetry on a regular basis after retiring from 35 years of service with Letourneau Technologies. His work has been featured in an assortment of magazines and websites.
Joel T. Bailey: The Crooked Trail
The Crooked Trail
Joel T. Bailey
His father died when he was nine
And his mother did all she could
To teach him right from wrong
So he'd live the way he should
By the time he was in his teens
He was already turning bad
His mother prayed he'd change
For he was all that she had
He rode with a wild bunch
And had started wearing a gun
For a thrill they robbed a stage
That put them all on the run
Joel T. Bailey: The Tenderfoot
The Tenderfoot
Joel T. Bailey
He came out West from New York City
To start his life anew
He'd read dime novels about cowboys
So he wanted to be one too
When he got off the train in Texas
He couldn't believe the crowd
They were grinning and pointing
Some even laughed out loud
He wondered why they were laughing
And giving him funny looks
He'd bought the very same clothes
As those on the front of his books
Joel T. Bailey: Buck And Jim
Buck And Jim
Joel T. Bailey
Buck and Jim were drifting cowboys
Riding for one ranch then another
They were friends from childhood
Always looking out for each other
When Buck said he was leaving home
That he had some drifting to do
Jim said I guess I'll just saddle up
And ride along with you
And thats the way it had been
For a whole lot of miles and years
They had shared a lot of good times
And they even shed a few tears
Joel T. Bailey: The Cowboy
The Cowboy
Joel T. Bailey
They came from everywhere
And made their stand
They carved out a way of life
In an untamed land
They trapped the wild horses
And the wily longhorn
Then they settled the range
And the cowboy was born
And down through the years
The cowboy legend grew
It took a special breed
For the job they had to do
They were nomads of the West
For they loved being free
To live life their way
And be what they wanted to be
Joel T. Bailey: The Love Of A Cowboy
The Love Of A Cowboy
Joel T. Bailey
She worked in a bar room
On the outskirts of Santa Fe
She dreamed of someone
Who would take her away
Then one day a cowboy came in
And asked her for a beer
She said where you from
I've never seen you in here
He said I've got a little ranch
Up on the Colorado line
And I just sold some horses
To an old friend of mine
They sat at a corner table
And talked most of the night
They were drawn to each other
It was love at first sight
Joel T. Bailey: The Bullrider
The Bullrider
Joel T. Bailey
In the arena the crowd is cheering
The bullrider nods for the gate
He gives the people a show
While trying to make the eight
They come from everywhere
Trying their best to make a name
But some riders say its the rush
More than the money or fame
They live with the aches and pains
That comes from being thrown
For its the life they chose
So they just dust off and go on
Joel T. Bailey: The Country Boy
The Country Boy
Joel T. Bailey
The country life is gone
But not the country boy
He's got his memories
That still bring him joy
Like the times he had
At a country school
Learning to read and write
And the golden rule
Running thru the fields
And down the gravel roads
Chasing the country girls
With snakes and toads
Playing around the barn
Having corncob fights
And setting fishing lines
On warm summer nights
Joel T. Bailey: A Western Night
A Western Night
Joel T. Bailey
As the sun goes down
And the darkness falls
The West is transformed
Into a home with no walls
Under a mesquite tree
A small fire glows
A cowboy is camped
Where a tiny stream flows
On a moonlit hill
A timber wolf howls
Through the dusty sage
A hungry coyote prowls
Across the cloudless sky
A nightbird glides in flight
In a hole a rattler hides
From the cold of the night
Joel T. Bailey: Two Old Saddle Pals
Two Old Saddle Pals
Joel T. Bailey
They were born and raised in the West
And good friends sense boyhood
Through good times and bad
By each other’s side they stood
But now their hair has turned to gray
And their eyes are dimmed with age
No longer do they ride along
Through the plains of dusty sage
Gone are their carefree cowboy days
And the open range they'd roam
Now their foreman is a nurse
Their bunkhouse an old folks home
Joel T. Bailey: Dooley's Mail Order Bride
Dooley's Mail Order Bride
Joel T. Bailey
Dooley was a rancher and had been most of his life
But now that he was older he started wanting a wife
All the women he knew were married or to old for him
So the chance of finding someone close was very slim
Some of his ranch hands said why don't you order one
For thats what some of the other ranchers had done
He thought about it then decided thats what he'd do
If it worked for the others it would work for him too