He calls his work "Western Verse" rather than using the more restrictive title of "Cowboy Poetry. As well as reciting at numerous poetry gatherings throughout the West, Sam has produced several shows and competitive events. He organized a group of cowboy poets calling themselves Dogie Wranglers who, under a grant from Idaho Commission on the Arts, each year visit rural schools to teach and encourage students in the field of Cowboy Poetry.
We asked Sam why he writes Cowboy Poetry and he replied:. I write Cowboy Poetry primarily for sheer enjoyment of the accomplishment. Secondly, it is a means of communication that gives me my "best shot" of relating my life's experiences, historical themes and an outlet for my imagination. We asked Sam about his inspiration for "Midnight on the Kaibab" and he replied:. So as not to be confused with the "average bears," my wife and I spent the , turn of the century, Christmas holidays at a line cabin on the Judd ranch near the Kaibab plateau on the Arizona strip.
One clear, cold, starry evening, I came across a dusty old journal written by the original homesteader, Zadoc Judd. Although this poem's story comes from my own imagination, the old cowboy's journal lit the spark. Visit Sam Jackson's web site. Read more about it below. You can email Sam.
Here's his award-winning poem:. Mid night on the Kaibab. A subtle sound, near toneless to the ear. I'm a thundergustin' gale! Eats a cyclone fer m' breakfast every day! I'm a canyon digger, mister!
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I can spit out rain and hail! All the hills lay flat that dare get in my way!
He ain't used ta baggage stickin' to his back! Got the rhythm now, I's glued to this ol' Jack! Wave hello to "Bootes," the herdsman, as we pass. Well come on ya long eared critter! Set us down, I'll let yer partner pay his bet. I rub my eyes and set up in the chair. Some kind'a dream!
A real charade! A cosmic rodeo!
I declare!! Fer quite a spell, just watch'em sweepin' 'round. Then fetched from cosmic musings by a sound! Then mystic words are blended with the whine!! Eats a cyclone fer ma breakfast every day!
All the hills lay flat that dare get in my way!! Just nipped the colt in fun! Come on, we got'ta get! The ridge top's layin' just ahead. Now why'd we come up here? Becky 'O. There were no horses in North America prior to the Spaniards bringing them in the 16th century. This story is about one of them, a mustang mare caught wild on Utah's West desert in the 's, who spent most of her life blind in one eye, but a truly outstanding saddle mare.
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Becky'O, yer a fancy hoss. Got an easy gait, never throwed the boss. Now, Becky 'O is the mare I ride, has a 'cat-dimmed' eye on the 'git-on' side, best danged Cayuse I've been astride. She's a gen-u-ine 'broomtail! I reminisce as we climb the grade, o'er the well worn path ancient hooves have made, past the crumbled walls of the palisade. Hello'd by a coyotes wail. I'll be leavin' Becky here today, on this high plateau where she used to play, just slip the rope-and walk away.
Her reward for life's travail. Becky'O, yer a fancy hoss, got an easy gait, never throwed the boss, how'd you come about this seein' loss? T'was a cougar's kill I'd found that day, swallered down his fill then sulked away, now a colt stands near the spot she lay. Sure to be the cat's next meal! But a shadow moves, and a subtle roar! When I hear that filly squeal! It's a feeble charge, but she's snortin' fire, stepped aside, What spunk! When she reared and turned her head I saw, one eye's been scratched by the lions claw, bet yer boots she's tried to help her maw!
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She's a throwback from Castile! My horse ain't sure what it's all about, fer a tiny thing that colt's sure stout! Cow boy Poetry Competition. Or clap with one hand? America's built on this kind of a thing. Competition has helped make it great. Yes, ate and bait and straight all rhyme. Reel vs. Real Cowboys. Tall, lean, and disgustingly handsome.
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Tailor-made shirt on his back. His hat is a Johnny B. Walks with a swagger, never does stagger. At poker he draws every ace. Seldom needs sleep or good victuals. Back ridin' in just a few days.
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