Poor Fish!

Some of my cowboy poet friends are gettin’ criticized for promotin’ their poetry. Seems like those critics just don’t appreciate the reality of doin’ business.

The fish it never cackles ’bout
Its million eggs or so
The hen, one egg she lays
And you should hear her crow
We crown the hen but spurn the fish
Which leads me to surmise
Don’t hide your light, but blow your horn
It pays to advertise
                                         ~~ Author unknown

A Poetic Folk Art Form

Several of my cowboy poet/musician associates are appearing with me in Redmond, Washington on Saturday afternoon, June 20th. Our appearance reminds me that, unlike the multitudes of “modern poets,” we are among the few who offer a marketable service…a truly American, authentic, folk art which is entertaining, educational, and rewarding for both performers and audiences.

Those who are true to the art form…western theme, traditional poetic form and meter, and true rhymes…appear (very frequently for paid gigs) at county fairs, cowboy gatherings, retirement and nursing homes, service clubs, etc. We have reason to be proud of our great American heritage: remembering, preserving, sharing, and celebrating our western and cowboy heritage and the great traditions which that heritage embodies!

For those who are performers, please be true to that heritage, deposit your generous honoraria, and rejoice in your participation in a unique poetic art form which had it’s beginning in the American west in the mid-1800s.