Days and Nights in a Cowboy Cabin

A Cowboy Cabin
Days and Nights in a Cowboy Cabin

Days and Nights in a Cowboy Cabin

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August Sierra’s

Desolation Valley snow

drove to old Cowboy

Cabin hidden in the Pine

empty in the winter time.

 

Some poems simply

tell a countryside story

something pastoral

yet wild as the West should be

growing up in a cow town.

 

Here the dirt road ends

I am a Cowboy Poet

deep in my hearts place

no longer roll cigarettes

but my youth is in cabin.

 

A few miles away

the reservoir they jump from

graffiti concrete

ten feet from top to water

each kid’s bike near the river.

 

Morning sulfur steam

rolling its falls into wood

look at our plant hands

Pine Groves float up like shadow

day starts with call of the green.

 

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Where the dirt road ends

my Cowboy Poet friend spoke

mystifying place

where friends roll up cigarettes

youth leaning on Cabin shack.

 

A ride in old Jeep

over shale of empty bed

onto a steep shore

head further into mountains

almost flip over a log.

 

A life spent seeking

starting point this Cow Cabin

buried deep in snow

where we once met every year

be boys in the woods again.

 

Different poems then

beer drunk poems from pasture

land where cattle graze

tell this countryside’s story

day and night Cowboy’s Cabin.

 

Space between us

sometimes drink too much and hit

each other in snow

tune in a Ham Radio

sit and listen and drink beer.

 

3

We talk of Pirates

enjoy Natural Hot Springs

set off Purple Haze

rock music plays from a truck

so much for a quiet soak.

 

As Gary pointed

at one tiny energy

at one perfect time

memory sits with Cabin

be boys in the woods again.

 

Cot spread in darkness

all the boys are gathered there

a group of beer drunks

some face down in old cabin

a few Cow Pasture Boxing.

 

Some poems will jump

from concrete to metaphor

or a deeper leap

imagination and dream

in with our reality.

 

Black Bear hibernates

Deer feeds on Juniper Bark

we sit around fire

start a batch of potatoes

cooking on a Coleman Stove.

 

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

4 thoughts on “Days and Nights in a Cowboy Cabin

  • January 27, 2023 at 12:13 PM
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    I like the random flow of this, Jamie. Young life having fun and trying to find a purpose in life. Fun!
    Well done, Jamie!

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  • January 28, 2023 at 3:09 AM
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    Well done, Jamie, and it brings back all kinds of memories for me… thank you for that.

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  • January 28, 2023 at 9:45 AM
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    I love me a Coleman stove it’s a step closer to cooking in nature. I’m not a nature person but all the scenes you’ve painted in this sound like a great experience. Excellent work as always Jamie.

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  • February 2, 2023 at 12:09 PM
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    Thank you Ann, Kurt, and Paul. I am grateful and appreciate your comments. Jamie

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