An Old Cowpoke

An Old Cowpoke

A Chapter by Dave Brown
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When an old cowpoke went ridin out

Morn’s weather got‘im feelin kina offy

Acuz it weres purdy dark n' kina windy

He wented to git a real hot coffee

 

Trottin his horse o’er tu Tim Horton’s

N’ leaving it tied loosely by front stair

It watched while thet extra large was served

Bein unable to stop droolin a hungry stare

 

Sum annoyed bout bein treated poorly

Thet there pony yanked free from the rail

To turned and quickly galloped off

‘N’ away down the long, long trail

 

Left standing with order in hand

A desperate situation leaving no time to pay 

The old cowpoke ran after his old pony

Across the wide pasture, far, far away

 

“Hope you got two sugars,” said the horse

Where they settled together just over the hill

Both sharing hot coffee and a dozen Tim bits

Once again, avoiding paying thet thar bill

 



© 2023 Dave Brown


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This was heavy with the hoofbeat of western humor. The dialect is reminiscent of some western movies from the silent screen era. I enjoyed the read. But a few of the "real" heroes of the west like Bigfoot Wallace were quite literate and articulate. His writings are extremely amusing to read being accounts of real life encounters in the life of an American pioneer. He went everywhere armed with two .58 caliber single shot pistols, two derringers and a huge Bowie knife he called, "Butch". An interesting man to read about. An eastern newspaperman once offered to write his biography to which William Wallace replied, " I don't want people making up lies about me to sell "penny dreadfuls" to pilgrims who don't know which end of a horse manure comes from. If I want to write about my life, I'll do it myself." Said newspaperman then supposedly asked if Bigfoot could read. Bigfoot offered to make emphasis of the point with Butch at which point the newspaperman decided to exercise the better part of valor and vacate the premises. Truth is sometimes funnier than fiction as well as being stranger.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dave Brown

5 Months Ago

And a pleasant good morning to you
I will have to get on the trail of Bigfoot and see if our .. read more
FGFRANKLIN

5 Months Ago

I'm sure the internet has some of his writings somewhere online. It's Americana. It's not bad for a .. read more



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Nicely done and fun. I truly had a good time with the Cowpoke. Am one myself.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Dave Brown

5 Months Ago

Yes, they had a good gig going there but you will appreciate how difficult it would be to run in tho.. read more
Amusing tale, Dave. I wonder if this was the first time the horse talked. If the old cowpoke gets the right agent, they'll be able to go on the road. There will be no further problems with paying bills.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Dave Brown

5 Months Ago

Sorry John, somehow I missed you but I do want to tell you how much I appreciate your valuable input.. read more
A pleasurable read from one who appreciates a sense a humour. My only disappointment was that you didn't include a double double with that order. Howdy, from another Islander.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Dave Brown

5 Months Ago

An a howdy to you ma'am
Truth is we both enjoy a Wendy's teen burger as much as any other
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Despite coming from an Eastern origin, I developed a fascination for Western cultures at a very young age. It could even be appropriate to say that I had a childhood crush on Western cultures despite my family's lack of interest or understanding of it. So seeing a work that evokes in me the memories of the past I've been much distant from makes me feel very much compelled to be attracted to the work in many degrees.
This work of simplicity reignited a long-dead passion in me, thank you author Dave Brown for sharing your work.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Dave Brown

5 Months Ago

time to put up those stables and buy a horse and saddle
Stu. T.H.

5 Months Ago

I do wish I had myself a barn at times, and a farm too. Perhaps when I have retired I'll become a fa.. read more
This was heavy with the hoofbeat of western humor. The dialect is reminiscent of some western movies from the silent screen era. I enjoyed the read. But a few of the "real" heroes of the west like Bigfoot Wallace were quite literate and articulate. His writings are extremely amusing to read being accounts of real life encounters in the life of an American pioneer. He went everywhere armed with two .58 caliber single shot pistols, two derringers and a huge Bowie knife he called, "Butch". An interesting man to read about. An eastern newspaperman once offered to write his biography to which William Wallace replied, " I don't want people making up lies about me to sell "penny dreadfuls" to pilgrims who don't know which end of a horse manure comes from. If I want to write about my life, I'll do it myself." Said newspaperman then supposedly asked if Bigfoot could read. Bigfoot offered to make emphasis of the point with Butch at which point the newspaperman decided to exercise the better part of valor and vacate the premises. Truth is sometimes funnier than fiction as well as being stranger.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dave Brown

5 Months Ago

And a pleasant good morning to you
I will have to get on the trail of Bigfoot and see if our .. read more
FGFRANKLIN

5 Months Ago

I'm sure the internet has some of his writings somewhere online. It's Americana. It's not bad for a .. read more

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