
Established in 1999 to promote
the history and culture of the
American cowboy.
A periodic publication.
Copyrighted 2011 and all rights reserved by
Stan Paregien.
Issue 44
November 2,
2011
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The
Grand
Junction Cowboy Poetry Gathering
This event will be
held November 4 and 5 at the Whitman Educational Center, 248 S. Fourth
Street in Grand Junction, Colorado.The daytime sessions run from 1:00 -
5:00 p.m. on Friday and from 10:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m. on Saturday.Evening
performances are at 7:00 p.m. They also have open sessions on Friday at
3:00 p.m and on Saturday at 12 noon. Featured performers this year
include Frances Wheeler, Floyd Beard, Tom Sharpe, Al Albrethsen, Terry
Nash, Nona Kelly Carver, Peggy Malone, Slim Farnsworth, Susie Knight,
Donna Hatton and Chris Isaacs. Their website is: http://www.museumofwesternco.com/programs-and-events/cowboy-poetry-gathering/ .
The Cowpoke Fall Gathering
The 17th annual Cowpoke Fall Gathering will be held November 10-13,
2011 at the Blue Goose Shed, 3550 Taylor Road, Loomis, California
(Loomis is about 30 miles northeast of Sacremento, near Auburn). Some
of the scheduled performers include Dave Stamey, Sourdough
Slim, Jeff
Severson, Chris Isaacs, and Pat Richardson. There will be a cowboy
church service at 10:00 am Sunday morning.


Sometimes Cussing is Okay
by Stan Paregien
Copyright 2010
The old cowboy's shirt and jeans were dusty,
And the soles of his boots caked with cow dung.
He looked much like those old-time outlaws
That juries quickly convicted and hung.
That's why the demure secretary at our church
Was shocked when he walked through the door.
He shuffled up to her office desk and stood erect,
Clearing his throat as he spit tobacco on the floor.
“I
want to join up with this damn church,” he said,
With a smile on his grizzly face.
Ms. Edwards, our secretary, caught her breath
Like she'd been sprayed with mace.
“Sir, I'm very sorry but I think I misunderstood you.
"Would you please repeat what it was that you said?”
“Are you deaf, lady? I want to join this damn church,”
The rancher said, pushing his Stetson back on his head.
Our secretary, offended by the vile language he used,
Sought our senior pastor in his office down the hall.
“Oh, Pastor Jones, there is an old cowboy in my office
“And
he is cussing,” she said as she began to bawl.
Who was confident he could handle this task.
He walked up to the crude cowboy and said to him,
“Mister, what is the problem here, if I may ask?”
The cowboy bit off a chaw of tobacco and growled,
“There ain't no damn problem far as I can see.
“I want to join this damn church for a damn tax break,
“'Cause I won $200 million in the damn state lottery.”
Our pastor's brown eyes filled up with big, grateful tears,
And he choked with pure joy as he hugged the gruff man.
“Welcome to our damn fellowship here at this damn church.
“My
damn secretary and I want to shake your damn hand.”
[This poem was written in 2010. It may be shared by email or other correspondence between individuals, and may be used by non-profit organizations. Otherwise, this poem may not be reprinted or distributed in any form, including public performances and any commercial use, without the express written permission of the author. Requests should be sent to 1304 Pepperdine Ave., Edmond, OK 73013. Or email Stan at cowboystan@live.com]
