Echoes of the Trail Kids' Cowboy Poetry Contest

1st Place Winner

Western Wind
Is a cowboy's friend,
Where you're free to roam,
And find your home ...
Where the trees sing like bees,
And the grass is taller than your knees ...
Where your heart feels great
Because it's your fate
To touch your soul.
Because it is gold,
I like to watch
The Western Wind Blow.

2nd Place Winner

Hi, my name is Ropin' Rosie.
Upon my horse I feel mighty cozy.

Sissy is my horse's name.
We're in the barrel racin' hall of fame.

My horse likes to prance
And I like to dance.

I have country roots,
And I wear my alligator boots.

I like to throw my rope
'Cause I have a lot of hope.

I live out on my country farm
Where nothin' causes me no harm.

3rd Place Winner

I'm Annie Oakley
A sure shootin' girl.
I'm in a shootin' show
Givin' my guns a twirl.

I'm Annie Oakley,
Nicknamed Little Sure Shot.
I live in the west
'Cause I'm a real good shot.

I'm Annie Oakley
A sure shootin' girl.
At the end of my show
My guns, I whirl and twirl.

Other Contest Entries

I'm a sneaky outlaw.
I love my success.
I've never been caught,
And I'll never confess!

I'm a sneaky outlaw.
You best run.
I'm the meanest guy around,
And I'll use my gun!

I'm a sneaky outlaw.
I'll shoot ya' down.
You best run
When I'm in town!

Mustang
by Seth Marshall

They live in the deserts
Of big ol' Nevada.
They run with the blue birds,
They run to Montana.

They run with the red birds,
They run to Maine.
The entire herd
Will run in the rain.

They run to Kansas,
Get horseshoes that shine.
They get shipped to Nevada ... One might be mine!

Mysterious Night
by Kelly Kristek

Dust blow, dust blow
in the middle of the night
where cowboys and cowgirls
sleep in the warm western twilight

Where stars are bright
and the moon is the only light
for the wandering creatures
of the western night.

Wild Horses
by Katie Greer

I saw those wild horses,
As they ran

Across the meadow,
Through the fields,

Free of worry,
Not like any man.

I saw those wild horses,
How beautiful they looked,
As they ran through the spring breeze
Not worrying of the troubles they cooked.

Beautiful Song
by Alex Smith

The mustangs sang
Their beautiful song
When they hang together
In their gang.

When they run all you hear
Is their hooves thundering on the ground.
Let's just hope
They don't fall down.

Some are girls and some are boys.
They are certainly not toys.
Some are rough and others are tough.
You might hear them huff or puff!!

Click Clack Pow
by Clayton Hixon

Click clack POW,
Lawman down,
Gunnin' me down.
You can't stop me now,
With the Colt .45.
Boom,
You're down.

Click clack POW
Lawman down,
Gunnin' me down.
I'm out of rounds
With blood on the ground.
You're too late!
Boom,
You're down!

Yee-Ha
by Cheyenne Jones

Fumbling, twirling
Swing skirts
Giddyup, giddyup, yee ha!

Shake down, throw down
Blood on the shirts
Giddyup, giddyup, yee ha.

Parties in a great saloon.
Bandits about to meet their doom
Giddyup, giddyup, yee ha.

Fun, cheer, laughing galor,
People running and carrying things to and fro.
Giddyup, giddyup, yee ha.

Camping out late at night with no care or no fright
Riding away at the end of the day
For I have nothing else to say.
Giddyup, giddyup, yee ha!

The West
by Courtney Crall

The West was old.
The West was cold.
The time when things were not so bold.
They had their own mold,
Yet they were too old.
They had been told
Of things that were bold.
Then they no longer felt so old.
They went and found the things that were told
And they were bold.
So this is how the West was told.

Farmer Bart
by Katie Jo Hull

Old farmer Bart is from the west.
His horse's name was Jess.
He rode his horse night and day
So he could get more hay.
His wife's name was Kelly.
She liked peanut butter and jelly.
They lived in a house
With only one mouse.
They loved him so much
They fed him lunch.
He always had one brownie with milk
And he had a bed made of silk.
This is my old time western poem!

In God's Hands
by Dehn Davenport

.22 lever action rings through the air,
Indians, surprised, suddenly stare
At the horizon for cowboys, without a care.

Pounding hoofs, Indians yelling, the battle rages, rifles cracking.
The cowboys have won.
They really wonder when dinner shall be done.

Bumpetty, rumpetty goes that chuck wagon.
The cowboys comin' with their tails a draggin'.
Chili for dinner, biscuits for lunch,
Heck, they're so hungry, they're ready for brunch!

They keep on goin', headin' for the Kansas plains,
That sight is pretty with all those waves of grain.
They've been through a lot,
They've been put to the test,
But with God's Word in their hand,
They put their worries to rest.

And finally, a poem by 10-year-old Cara Comstock, daughter of blacksmith Charlie Comstock, not entered in the contest, but performed on the open microphone:

A Good Friend
by Cara Comstock

I ride my horse all day long,
down the trail and around the pond.

Through the meadow we shall roam,
me and my horse, chewing on brome.

In sleet, in rain, in snow, in sun,
me and my horse will get it done.

Wild cows we run and chase,
darting and dodging like a speedway race.

Summer comes and summer goes ...
where me and my horse are, nobody knows.

We look forward to even more student entries next year!