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Kendra

Fall is Coming

Fall is coming

In the distance

You can hear the geese cackle

A heavy dew lays across the grass

Deer are out in the break of morning

Romping around

Leaves on the trees change from

Green to yellow, orange, red

A low fog lays close to the ground

The air went from dry and hot

To cold and brisk

Fall is coming

In the distance

You can hear the geese cackling

Winter will be upon us soon

The mountain 
peaks will cover with snow

The wild critters will burrow

Down in their winter beds

And wait for spring.

Fall is coming

In the distance

You can hear the geese cackling

Kendra Tyler

September 30, 2014



Charge Bar Rambo

When I found you, you were just as lost as me

We loaded you in the trailer and brought you home

You were scared of everything. 

Some people are so cold hearted and hard to trust

Trust me I know that pain in that is lodge in your heart

Like you will never be good enough for anyone.

But when I looked into your big soft gray eyes I knew 

We'd be the best of friends for ever.

You got me through the hard times. 

Just sitting with you in the stall just to gain your trust

Was more heart moving than anything

And when you finally put your head down in my 

hands and pushed them to my chest.

You took a sigh of relief

We had many adventures.

A few runs around the cans

Cuted a few cattle.. 

On the range and in the arena

You loved that game...

Three years around the quarter mile track

Then that one horrible day we crashed.

And if it wasn't for you my friend

I probably wouldn't be here

Writing this about you

You taught me how to be strong

And help me find my soulmate 

Without either of you I would lost

You taught my kids how to ride

And helped me teach Many kids how to ride

You are a special Horse Rambo

You made riding fun. 

I didn't have to think  

You did all the work

But still pushed me to be a better rider and person

Now its time for you to rest. 

Your chance to be A pasture Pal

You are funny, and silly, and sometimes crabby

But you deserve it 

With all the hard work, you have done

You taught me to grow up.. 

And one day I will have to say goodbye to you

I am not good with good bye

Everyday I see you out there in your stall

Wishing I could have one more last ride

I know you are wishing too. 

Goodbye Rambo miss you....

The American Windmill

Is more than a machine

It is a national symbol, evoking

different memories in each of us

What the buffalo meant to the American Indians

What the horse meat to Spaniard,

That is what the windmill meant to 

The American settlers- survival

development, staying power

Any observer could see that three 

Essentials to the 

Settlement  of the Great Plains

were ...

Barbed wire, the colt six-shooter, and cheap WindMills...

Kendra Tyler

I've Learned

I've learned a long time ago

That you don't count your friends

On a sunny day

When the world

Is bright and beautiful

And there's a song in your heart...

You wait for a storm

When the clouds are dark

And threatening

And you think

You'll never smile again...

And if anyone is still beside you

Despite the thunder

The cold and the torrents...

That person is a friend

You have weathered

So many storms with me

Needless of your comfort...

You have stood through the bluster the thunder

And the down pour of my emotions

And have proven

That you are indeed

The Bestfriend I could ever have

Thanks

Kendra Tyler 

November 14, 1987

My Sister's Tears

My Sister's Tears

She stands in a mist of many battles

With head held high, and soul so strong

She vows never to stop the good fight

For her people

With a spirit of Wisdom

And a Warriors Heart

She prays for peace that we all belong

With a Mothers compassion

She opens her arms

For those who seek a safe

Place from all harms

She offers to heal, to love, to cry

To laugh

And for those who have passed

Over a wings to fly

It is the color within her that

She clings to with hand

It can’t be denied

She is part of the clan

 Women like all others

But with so much it’s clear

That is why I have

Written these words

My Sisters Tear…

Blackfoot Woman

Copyright©2000

The Coyote and The Star

This is a Legend from  Native Nation...

My Grandpa Told me this story and it stuck in my heart forever

Now great were the deeds that coyote had done

Coyote had stolen the flame of the sun

Coyote had opened the frost-wizards pen

Releasing the salmon, desired of men

Coyote was proud of his craft and his might

His fleetness of foot and his clearness of sight

His scent that was choicest  of all that is choice

But most of all was his vain of his wonderful voice

He sat like a Monarch exalted on high

Where sis son's cold summits are keen in the sky

And watched on the sweep of internal blue

The stars and their satellites pass in view

Aloft and alone

Oh Shasta's white cones

A mischievous star-fairy twinkled

And shone;

So lightly she danced

That deeply entranced

Coyote acclimated Imperial Sprite"

Permit me to join your glorious flight,

I bed -I demand!

Oh reach me your hand

And over the water and over the land

We'll frolic with all of your glittering band!

How flashed the Aurora, till heaven and earth

Where gay with the luster of crystalline mirth

"Oh hair coyote !" "How stupid you are to dream for 

A moment to dance with a start!"

What pencil will venture what brush will engage

To picture coyote in justified rage?

He lifted his muzzle, he stiffened his tail

Frightening the Night with a quavering wail

With yelp and a yowl

With a growl and a howl

He startled an owl and the panther a prowl

He screamed like a baby bereft of his toys;

He scattered the sky with his scandalous noise

With his "Yap-Yap-Ki-Yee!"

In it's weird minor key

For never was a signer remorseless as he

All vainly the Fairy cajoled and denied

He wouldn't hear reason; then wearied she cried

"I'd wish you were dumb!"

You're crazy but -come on

And gingerly reached him a finger and a thumb

He leaped and away like the shaft

And the feather

The star and the coyote were flying together

And now as he fled with the spirit of light

The rushed for beneath him a glorious sight

Of ranges and canyons, barrens and plains

Of rivers cascading with turbulent rain

Of armies of bison and crimson gray

And legions of antelopes bounding away

The towns of the Mandans, the Nez Perce ranches

The Utes and the Pi-Utes the dashing comanches

And modocs in-reining their snorting cayuses

And shouting to women with wicker'ed papoose

"Look See! as they waved to that vision afar

The clever coyote above with the stars!"

To caper instyle

For many a mile

Carrying the heavens was grand for a while

but frostily grew in coyote a peace

The awe and the horror of limitless space;

He felt on his temples the grip of a vice

The hand of his partner seemed colder than ice

The tents of the Karoks like flint heads of arrows

Showed meager 'mind hills like the string of a bow

Relaxed after a battle grown dizzy and numb

He loosened his hold on the finger and the thumb

And dropped to the earth like a meteor plumb!

And lit with a "splat!"

As flat as a mat

So here is the moral from Native Nation 

"You Callow Coyote Don't Dance With  The Star!!"

The Cowboy's Lifee

The soul of a steer, to a cowboy's ear

Is music of sweetest strain;

And the yelping notes; of the gray coyotes

To him are a great refrain

For a kingly crown in the noisy town

His saddle he wouldn't exchange

No life so free as the life we see

Way out on the open range

The rapid beat of his pure breed's feet

On the sod as he speeds along

Keeps living time to the ringing rhyme

Of the rollicking cowboy songs

The winds may blow; the thunder growl

The breeze may safely moan

The cowboy's life is a royal life

His saddle his kindly throne.

Kendra Tyler

March 6, 1992

Eagle

Reach to the warm, blue sky; soar

Arms spread open to embrace the sun

Royal majestic , proud soar

Your love embraces in a spiral decline

Releasing before death continue to soar

Ascend mountain tops

Breathless wonder to observe

Kendra Tyler

June 6, 1998

I Feel Like a River

Some times I feel like a river

Calm and peaceful going with the flow of life

Full of beautiful and mysterious things

Very complex waiting for discovery

From others and myself

Sometimes I feel like a river

Polluted angry, raging uncaring

And unfeeling, I feel like

Drowning myself I feel like rising up

I'm a tide of emotions when I feel like a river

When I feel like a river

I want you to come in and explore

Something may scare you

Some may delight and mystify you

But I need you to keep fishing

When i fee like a river

Kendra Tyler 

February 25, 1997

Buffaloes Dusk

The Buffaloes are gone 

And those who saw the buffaloes

Are gone too

Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands

And how they pawed the prairie sod into

Dust with their hoofs

Their great heads down pawing on the great

Pageant of dusk

Those who saw the buffaloes are gone

And the buffaloes are gone too...

~Wondering Star~

Like it or Not

Like It or Not

Me and the gals

Was a-drinkin’ our fill

At the old buckaroo bar

Up there on the hill

We was being pretty quiet

An doin’ real well

When the door came open

An things went to hell.

An old drunk cowboy

Stepped through the door

He staggered an stumbled

Then fell on the floor

He picked himself up

An kinda looked all around

He staggered to the bar

An he sat himself down

He was little thin

An bent and old

Hard twisted and gray

An his eyes they were cold

His wranglers were dirty

But his white shirt was clean

He has a look about him

You could almost call mean

Well, the crease in his hat

It was crooked and worn

An the toes of his boots

Was an old cow’s horn

He didn’t want to talk

That was plain to show

But the Ol’ buckaroo knew

What I wanted to know

So I brought him a beer

To bide me time

I was wanting stories

To write me a rhyme

When he finally got talking

On the beer he was allowed

Yeah, the old buckaroo

He was still mighty proud

He said, “I rumbled and rambled

An crashed through life

I never had the courage

To take me a wife.”

He said, “Life is hard

It’s tough at its best

Then they lay down

For that ever long rest.”

He talked about women

Puppies and babies

The if’s an’s and buts

An all the maybes

He told is plain

Simple and true

The dirty tough life

Of an old buckaroo

“Well, the days and nights

Are lonely you know

About ropin’ brandin; an’

No place to go

About drinkin’ and fightin’

And ride’em hard

 About fate he called luck

In the turn of a card

About dust, rain, and snow

An’ the long endless nights

About old blues and old Rony

And the tough old bull fights

About the she-devil wind

The lord had it blow

He even talked about things

That he didn’t know

About his old Ford pickup

So faithful and true

About the junk in the back

An’ the women he’d knew

About friends long gone

His buckaroo pals

An’ a couple more times

He mentions the gals

About the camp up Jarbridge

The one South of Bend

What it would be like

When he come to the end

About the changes he’d saw

Through his long life

An’ you could tell he regretted

Not takin’ a wife

About the good old days

An’ now long they’d been gone

They way things were now,

How could they go on?

Well, the story was easy

I’d heard it you bet

But the last thing he told me

I couldn't forget

He told is so softly

With a tear in his eye

He said, “Kid,

Life’s A Bitch

An’ Then You Just Die!”

Kendra Tyler

May 15, 2004

Copyright©2004

Keys to my Heart

Keys to my Heart

Here’s the key to my heart

Honey drives me crazy

Talk me anywhere you wanna go

Honey drive me crazy

Fill it up with love and let it roll

I gotta admit it’s been wrecked a time or two

A little T.L.C. and it’ll be brand spanking new

Honey slide on in, I’ll let you take it for a spin

You’ll like the way it feels when you get behind the wheel

Here’s the key to my heart

Honey drive me crazy

Take me anywhere you wanna go

Here’s the key to my heart

Honey drive me crazy

Fill it up with love and let it roll

If you hear a little knocking it might

Be skipping a beat

When it’s hugging those curves

It might just over heat

It’s got a life time guarantee

A hotrod build for speed

So go ahead and let it fly

You’ll love the way it rides

Here’s the key to my heart

Honey drive me crazy

Take me anywhere you wanna go

Here’s the key to my heart

Honey drive me crazy

Fill it up with love and let it roll

Kendra Tyler

June 13, 1995

Copyright©1995

At The End of a Hunting Year

An End of a Hunting Year

At the end of a hunting year

When the weather changes from warm to cold

And the hunter’s moon sets lower in the mid-night sky

Stories are told some good some sad

Another year has gone; three camps dwindle to two camps,

One moves on to warmer weather, to make new memories,

They leave behind their hunting family,

The memories of hunting with their dad and friends;

At the end of a hunting year

When the weather turns from warm to cold

And the hunter’s moon sets lower in the mid-night sky

Stories are told some good some sad

Poems are written of our hunting years like:

Clayton’s Camp, SixXSix, There’s something,

Camp Dreams,

Misty Morning and a Hunter Favorite

At the end of a hunting year

When the weather turns from warm to cold

And the hunter’s moon sets lower in the sky

Stories are told some good some sad

Friends and family from town come to visit.

Some in AHHH of this old outfit

Poker games are played, Bonfires are built

S’mores are cooked.

Big game: deer and Elk

Swing from the meat pole is a sign of the

Hunt was good

At the end of a hunting year

When the weather turns from warm to cold

And the hunter’s moon sets lower in the mid-night sky

Stories are told some good some sad

There will always be a time

Clayton mingles through camp

You can feel his presents

Open the door pulls up a chair

Stoke the fire, old boy; pull the blankets up,

Standing over us while a wedding takes place

He’s got his dog, his view and a dream catcher

He is surely missed but never forgotten

At the end of a hunting year

When the weather turns from warm to cold

And the hunter’s moon sets lower

In the Mid-night Skies

Kendra Tyler

November 9, 2013

COPYRIGHT©2013

The Great Circle

The Great Circle

Through the calendar said early spring

That night wind had a cold low moan

And as I stood in awe of the full moon

That breeze sent a shiver to the bone

I don’t know if it was the cold air

That brought about that shake

Or the feeling that something from the past

Was here fer remembrance sake

Suddenly the ground shook and there was a rumble

And a vision unfolded before my eyes

The light was dim but, I could see

A herd of buffaloes

Racing across the plains in endless line

Then I saw campfires dot the horizon

They were here and there but who’s were they?

COWBOYS, CALVARY, COMANCHE, perhaps

Maybe ANASTASIA

Then I realized that the source of the tremors

Was only the train about a mile away

And the campfires were just lights from houses

The city and cars making their way

I looked around quick fer a trace of the vision

But only the grass rustled from the breeze

And as I looked into that clear starry sky

I could see that great circle with ease

Now in that circle shines

The stars and the moon

They've made no changes since time began

They saw this land free of asphalt and fences

And as for me I wished…

I could have too… again.

Kendra Tyler

April 14, 2003

Copyright©2003

Barrel Racing Angel

Barrel Racing Angel

In the Northwest sunlight

Under the Washington moonlight

When she gets there, gonna feel alright

Now she's feelin' so tired...

She got her little butter milk horse,

One she calls the April.

The hard-runnin' faithful one,

Out in front of all the rest

She's a barrel racing angel

Out there somewhere in the west

Well I wish you could have seen them

At their go in Elma,

April she’s rollin' like a thunderstorm.

Fast as lighting on the plains

Now they're tired and sore

But they gotta go some more

On the road to NPRA Finals

There is no place to rest

Cowgirls are special when they follow their dreams

Every race is a brand new start

Some are running for the sake of running

Some are running from a broken heart

Just one thing you got to know

You can't hold her, you gotta let her go

You can't catch a silhouette

She's like ice, she's like fire.

They're gonna fly as one

Summer  and April

Out among the stars

Ahead of all the rest

She's a barrel racing Angel.

Kendra Tyler

March 24, 2013

To my Good Friend Summer and her Mighty steed April...

A Cowboy's Good-Bye

A Cowboys Good-Bye

The time has come for me to say,

Good-bye to cowboy friends.

Through our trails may be miles apart.

May our friendship never ends.

This gather’s going to be my last,

For soon I’m headed South.

When spring brandin’ smoke is in the air

I’ll shed a tear no doubt.

You all have meant so much to me,

Of my life you’re now apart.

Each one of you has got a bunkhouse space

That’s deep here in my heart.

Good-bye to you and Oregon

For you see I’m Prineville bound.

No more my pony’s feet on rocks

They’ll tread a softer ground

And though I’ll never ride again.

Up here where the eagles scream

I’ll ride forever with each one of you

Through these mountains in my dreams!

Kendra Tyler

November 28, 1997

To Grandpa Bert J Williams

Published @ International Poetry Society,

Copyright©2010

All the Stars

All the Stars

All the stars in the sky, Burn to black, close your eyes

All the stars in the sky, Say goodbye, say goodbye

We were here yesterday, not it seems so far away

We were here yesterday, I heard you saying...

...You don't know me!

You know one side of the story

Oh, you don't know me

So open wide your wounded heart, feel yourself be blown apart

Open wide your wounded heart, it's a funny way to start

In the light of the sun, we are found, we are undone

In the light of the sun, we are all one, and...

...You don't know me!

Yo know one side of the story

Oh, you don't know me

All the seeds beneath the snow start to grow, Start to grow

All the seeds beneath the snow, say hello, say hello

All the seeds that lie below, deep in the heart of what we know

All the seed that lie below, the ones we sowed, and....

... You don't know me!

You know one side of the story

But if we could be free. One with all this glory!

If we could be free...

Kendra Tyler

Copyright©1990