carole@lynxcommunications.ca – Poppa Mac

Forgive Me I’m Just an Old Cowboy

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Tue, 05 Jan 2016 02:13:26 +0000

People call me old fashioned and say I’m outta touch

Cause I don’t watch TV or read the paper too much

Forgive Me I’m Just an Old Cowboy

You pegged me as a loner saying I am no fun

Work starts before daybreak and sun sets fore it’s done

Forgive Me I’m Just an Old Cowboy

Don’t drive no fancy car or follow any trend

Only on my beat up truck and horse can I depend

Forgive Me I’m Just an Old Cowboy

You mock my worn jeans and boots with your scornful glare

Would like to see you work the ranch in your city wear

Forgive me I’m Just an Old Cowboy

It’s not how I look or what you think that matters here

The values taught by Ma and Pa are what I hold dear

Forgive Me I’m Just an Old Cowboy

Preacher – Poet – Storyteller

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Thu, 31 Dec 2015 01:30:36 +0000

A rancher’s heart

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Thu, 31 Dec 2015 01:20:58 +0000

Cowboy Hats

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 21:53:25 +0000

Poppa Mac at the Maple Creek Cowboy Poetry Gathering, in Maple Creek, Saskatchewan in 2012.

Cowboy Prayer

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 21:41:10 +0000

Poppa Mac 2014 Cowboy Campfire Tales at The Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo.

Poem by Poppa Mac and Diamond Doug Keith

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 21:23:09 +0000

A unique brand of cowboy poetry

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 04:30:22 +0000

Inspired by the cowboy way

Keeping The Tradition Alive

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 04:28:44 +0000

Behind the Grease Paint

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 04:24:56 +0000

Another performance over and his work is done
Most of the grease paint was gone from his face
His life as a rodeo clown has just begun
It’s this new role he must now embrace
Many years ago he was in the cowboy protection
Making himself a target for fallen bull-riders
Each outin addin bumps, and bruises, to his collection
He’d shuck, and jive as if his feet were on gliders
His movements have been slowed by injury and age
He now walks at a much slower pace
It’s different as a clown takin centre stage
His new life is all about props, pranks, and fillin in space
No more will he be dodgin bulls, and makin saves
Instead he tells stories trades jabs with the announcer
He can no longer do what he craves
Dancing around the arena as if attached to a bouncer
The life of a rodeo clown in the sport that he loves
Is about making people happy with antics and a story.
He plays with audience and a barrel he shoves
It’s not the same as bullfighting you don’t get the glory
Without the grease paint he’s just like me or you
Not the one making them laugh
He’s turned the page on the life he once knew
and found new meaning in his rodeo path.
Behind the grease paint he lives as a clown
And the chance to make people laugh he’ll never turn down.

Uncle Joe Saves Christmas

carole@lynxcommunications.ca — Tue, 22 Dec 2015 17:32:42 +0000

Dec 24th and so much to do
Chore list just grew and grew
Feed the animals clean stalls
No time for deck the halls

Chores are finally done
Now time for some fun
Drink an eggnog and rum
Maybe eat a sugar plum

The rum went ma head
So it’s off I go to bed
Hope I can sleep
Hate counting sheep

Was the middle of the night
When I woke with a fright
To what sounded like a hoof
Landing right on my roof

Well I had to explore
So headed out the door
Santa’s sleigh and reindeer
Were sitting right here

They looked in trouble
Got up there on the double
When reindeer let out a yelp
I knew they needed help

Not sure what they’ve been through
But Santa didn’t know what to do
He was about to abandon ship
And not finish his annual trip

I’m still thinking it’s a dream
But I offered up my heavy team
They would work for hay
And could surely save the day

Flying horses might seem odd
Thinking about it I’m still awed
But I helped him make the switch
Soon they were part of Santa’s hitch

Six matched Shires now in reins
In the sky dodging planes
Delivered gifts in the night
For children to open with delight

It was dark when they came back
Santa was smiling with an empty sack
My horses helped him get it done
Even with each weighing close to a ton

Horses were unhooked and combed out
Then Santa and reindeer left with a shout
Uncle Joe you saved the day
And with a wave they were on their way.