Cowboy Poetry by Larry Bradfield

Cowboy Poetry by Larry Bradfield

Larry Bradfield was born in Southeastern New Mexico and grew up in West Texas during the oil boom in the Permian Basin. All of the oil camps of the time - 1930's through the 1950's - were located on the various large ranches which owned the land and the mineral rights.

That editing and suggestions shaped what has been written. Clark Crouch, Poet Lariat, has acted as tutor about the basics of Cowboy Poetry and educated him about "the rhythm of the trail and the rhymes that trigger the mind ". That education has made all the difference in moving the poems toward the traditional. It's a work in progress as they say.

Larry lives with his beautiful wife, Joyce, in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Georgia.

Larry Bradfield: The Tenderfoot and Nasty

 

The Tenderfoot and Nasty

Larry Bradfield

"Well, lookey here !" Bob said with glee
"We've got a tenderfoot !
He's got this brand new gear , you see
He don't know where to put "

"He says he comes from way Back East
Teach him a thing or two
Let's put him on that unbroke beast
And see what he can do"

The hoss they gave him don't look mean
Though Nasty was his name
He did seem sometimes really keen
On makin' riders lame

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Larry Bradfield: Old Bob's Spurs

 

Old Bob's Spurs

Larry Bradfield

Bob's treasure was a pair of spurs
Fine silver and engraved.
He wore them when he broke a bronc'
Until that hoss behaved.

He wore them in the big parade
Each year at Christmas time
And in saloons along the way
That sold tequila, lime.

While walking down the street one day
The Mayor caught his eye.
He said "Your spurs look great my friend,
They make the ladies sigh"

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Larry Bradfield: It's Spring in Texas

 

It's Spring in Texas

Larry Bradfield

The bluebonnets seem pretty dull this year
And paint brushes fade in the morning dew
The mocking birds surely have lost their song
And the Texas Spring is drab without you

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Larry Bradfield: He Knew This Day Was Comin'

 

He Knew This Day Was Comin'

Larry Bradfield

Where's it written he'd like to know,
That he must be a man.
He likes the way things are right now,
Doin' the best he can.

He turned thirteen last Friday morn,
And Pa gave him that look.
Like he could wear a bigger hat -
As if that's all it took.

He knew that day was comin' soon
When he'd put on the spurs.
He'd join the ranch hands at their chores
And fight the cockle burrs.

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