The Littlest Cowboy

There was a little boy

With stars in his eyes

About ridin’ the range

Beneath the blue skies

His hat was a Stetson

He had chaps and boots too

His spurs did jingle

He was a real buckaroo

His saddle was made

Of hand carved leather

With his slicker and rope

He was set for all weather

Don’t forget his horse

He was real fancy now

He could stop quickly and turn sharp

And catch a fast cow

And now in his mind

This cowboy was all set

The only problem is

He’s not old enough yet.

Kendra Tyler

April 20, 2002

Copyright©2002

Little Cowgirl Goodnight

Sleepyhead cowgirl, it's bedtime for you
You've done all today a good cowgirl can do
Your stick horse rests safe in the corner corral
And your cowgirl hat's back on the bedpost for now, so

Goodnight, sleep tight, my sweet saddle pal
Drift off to dream little buffalo gal
To this dance by the light of the moon lullaby
Close your eyes, little cowgirl goodnight

The sandman's a cowboy, his pony astride
Lay your head on my shoulder until he arrives
While the prairie dust settles where coyotes roam
I'll cherish this rockabye moment alone with you

Goodnight, sleep tight, my sweet saddle pal
Drift off to dream little buffalo gal
To this dance by the light of the moon lullaby
Close your eyes, little cowgirl goodnight


It's comin', that tradin' of boots for high heels
Our days in the West, they're numbered, I feel it
You're growin' up fast, not a thing I can do
But make every minute count, until each day is through

Goodnight, sleep tight, my sweet saddle pal
Drift off to dream little buffalo gal
To this dance by the light of the moon lullaby
Close your eyes, little cowgirl goodnight

Be happy, be hopeful, find blue skies, my darlin'
As you ride down that long trail ahead
And I'll pray to the heavens that someday you'll know
How it feels to put your own little cowgirl to bed
And sing...

Goodnight, sleep tight, my sweet saddle pal
Drift off to dream little buffalo gal
to this dance by the light of the moon lullaby
Close your eyes, little cowgirl goodnight...

Kendra Tyler

August 15, 2006

Copyright©2006

Just what is Kowgirl Poetry?

I’ve many times been asked,

Why might a Kowgirl start to write?

And will that writing last.

I’ve had some time to ponder this

As the years have drifted by,

So if you’ll sit and rest a bit

I’d sorta like to try

When you’ve spent a lifetime pardner

Doing what you love the best

There’s a thing inside you can’t deny

That’s a truth about the West

She wouldn’t trade a single day

For the memories she has stored

The Men She’s known both young and grown

Fill a life with Cowboy-girl lore

She’s ridden herd and mended fences

Cut ‘em out and branded steers

Been wet and dry with grit in eyes

When the trail dust finally cleared

She’s lived outdoors neath starry skies

Round a campfire blazing bright

Sung Cowboy tunes neath a prairie Moon

Seen the face of God at night

She knows her place without a doubt

In the circle we call life

It’s no surprise to reason why

A Kowgirl starts to write

And will it last I’d have to say

Til the Kowgirl life is gone

And even then in the hearts of Men

It’ll always find a home.

Kendra Tyler

July 23, 2013

Copyright©2013

From The Horse’s Mouth

I’ve been rode by heaps o’ cowboys

Some short, some fat, some tall

Some kind, some mean, some green

And some I can’t recall

But cowpokes always think they know

What makes a top cow horse?

Them fellers poke and prod and pat

And knowingly discourse

They speculate about my age

By looking at my teeth

And check for bone and eye and brain

And how I am beneath

They want at mount of easy gait

That’s wide between the eyes

And high in withers, deep in chest

Well-muscled is a prize

If I could talk, I would complain

Cuz cowboys sure are strange

I’ve been rode in heat, cold, and rain

And snows out on the range

And when I’m dressed in heavy leather

The cowboy piles aboard;

We travel prairie, plain and draw

(I’m better than a Ford)

But thought it ain’t the easy life

It’s still the one for me

Cuz, I’m a workin’ cow horse. Please

Don’t put any dudes on me!

Kendra Tyler

June 7, 2013

Copyright©2013

Dust Devil

Dust Devil

Chaps that slap the saddle

Keep time to

The rhythm of hoofbeats

Low cattle calls

Rumble like thunder

From the throats of cowboys

And blend with

The moans of the herd

In the foggy dawn

The shadows of

Horses and man and cattle

Creep across the plains like ghosts

But don’t rub yer eyes

To clear the vision

In a blink

Their gone

And all that is left

Is the echo

Of man and beast

And a dust devil

Kicking up the dirt…

Kendra Tyler

June 21, 1998

Copyright©1998