Below are some examples of the poetry of Bill Bunting...
Twister Gray
He sat his horse in the chute
Cowboy hat to boot
He'd drawed a horse called Twister Gray
That ol' horse could sure buck
And with any luck
He would finish up there in the pay
He measured his bronc rein just right
As they jerked those cinches right
And he hollered, "Turn him outside"
Ol' Twister came out upside down
Then he thrust his body 'round
As he felt the spurs a rakin' on his hide
He stuck his head between his knees
Then purty as you please
He just started to unglue
From the bottom of his heart
That old bronc broke apart
And he tried every trick he ever knew
All four hooves toward the sky
Like he was gonna fly
Then back to earth with a stiff leg jolt
He'd try to shake that man from the saddle
'Til his bones would almost rattle
But he just couldn't break that cowboy's holt
He plowed a furrow with his nose
While his hind quarters rose
To try to kick the stars from the sky
But Billy had his spurrin' down just right
And he held that bronc rein tight
And he just let ol' Twister fly
When that eight second whistle blew
Bill and Twister never knew
So intent was their battle there that night
And Billy rode him to a stop
And ol' Twister's head it drop
'Cause he knew that he had done lost the fight
As he stood there by his side
He says, "Boys, this bronc is broke to ride
Though he's a tough one, this ol' Twister Gray"
And he tipped his hat toward the crowd
Who was applaudin' loud
And turned and slowly walked away
As he stood there proud and tall
He heard his mothers call
Above the sound of the other noise
She said, "Son that was quite a ride
Now put your rockin' horse aside
And put him with the rest of your toys"
The she said a little prayer
As she was standin' there
"Lord, thank you for this little cowboy
I never knew boots and a hat
And Levis where he sat
Could bring a mother so much joy
And in his life ahead
I'm sure tears will be shed
There always seems to have to be some pain
But Lord, help him walk straight and true
And keep his eyes on You
And Lord, would you keep your hand upon his rein"
©2004 Bill Bunting
Riding for the Brand
An old cowboy and a preacher
met on the prairie one day
One ridin' a buckskin
the other a bay
They squatted in the shade
of a lone cedar tree
Scratchin' the dirt with a stick
contemplatin' you see
Comparing their lives and
the old cowboy, he spoke
Of the brands he had rid for
the horses he'd broke
Of the herds he had gathered
and held at all cost
Of hours spent riding
when a few head were lost
You'd give up your life
when you rode for the brand
'Cause of this we buried
many a good hand
But as you can see
I'm well past my prime
The boss says soon
I'll have to draw up my time
What can I do?
I'm too tough to cry
But I'm too old to work
and too young to die
The preacher stirred the dirt
with his stick for awhile
Then looked the old cowboy
in the eye with a smile
And said, "I too
ride for the brand
The scars are the nail holes
in the palms of his hands.
I've gathered a herd
and hold for my boss
I'm always out looking
for those who are lost
Many have given their lives
for this brand
We all may be called on
to take up a stand
But you're never too old
to ride with my crew
When you sign on here
you're made as if new"
Well the old cowboy that day
hired on for new boss
And his foremans the one
who died on the cross
And he can ride happy
to the end of his days
Cause there's no end to the gather
of the lost and the strays
2 Corinthians 5:17 - "Therefore, if any man be in Christ
he's a new creation, old things are passed away, behold
all things are made new."
©2004 Bill Bunting
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