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McNeil Canyon School

Homer, Alaska

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by the Kindergarten

Cowgirls they like ropin'

Cowgirls they like to ride

Cowgirls feed their horses

and at night bring them inside.

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TJ Casey

by the 1st Grade

We meet an old cowboy

who lives in Montana

he wears a black hat

and a bandana.

He has a long mustache

that tickles his nose.

We wonder will it grow

all the way to his toes?

He has an old lasso

that smells like a cow.

He's here and we're ready

to learn poetry now!

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Cowboy Song

by the 1st Grade

Cowboys, they like biscuits

cowboys, they like beans

cowboys, they like bacon

it keeps them really lean.

Chorus

The cowboys often busy

takin' care of cows and such

from dawn til dusk he's working

and he don't complain too much.

He takes care of his horses

and helps the neighbor out

there's no one like a cowboy

on that we have no doubt!

Cowboys like most anything

but cowboys don't like greens

they will eat their veggies

without bein' mean.

Cowboys they ride horses

cowboys they push cows

cowboys they rope doggies

it's their job anyhows!!

Cowboys they are healthy

they're really tough and strong

Cowboys work long hours

their days are really long.

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Ode To TJ

by the 3rd grade

There was a man from Montana

wearing a red bandana

came to our school

he was so cool!

TJ Casey was the man

who writes poems like nobody can.

His mustache is so long

it wiggles when he sings a song.

Rhyming words were hard to do

but TJ showed us that we could

by looking closely at what's true

we wrote poems so good.

TJ follows the Code of the West

he teaches u not to be a pest

rather, to do our very best

holding us to a strong quest.

TJ has a great big hat

he is definitely not fat.

He brought our school lots of fun

but now we are done.

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Where My Spirit Never Fails

by the 4th & 6th grade

I was working on the ranch

until sunset

and I stepped in some bear

dung on the trail

I was headed for the mountains

it was winter time

and I had gotten out of jail.

chorus

Oh cattle oh horses

roaming freely on the trail

eagles flying over head

the cooing of the quail

animals roaming through the grass

cattle swishing their tails

I'm back home on the old homestead

where my spirit never fails.

I saw moose prints in some fresh

snow on the glacier

they looked like they were headed

towards the bay

so I followed them through the trees

plum full of nature

I never will forget that blessed day.

Oh cattle oh horses

roaming freely on the trail

eagles flying over head

the cooing of the quail

animals roaming through the grass

cattle swishing their tails

I'm back home on the old homestead

where my spirit never fails.

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Stampede

by the 5th grade

I've been roped and I've been rhymed

I have loped been snail slimed.

I've had whiskers from a rattlesnake

rub my shin.

I awoke in the night

moustache growing out of sight

reaching for he fear

that's deep within.

I heard cattle bawling loud

far from any human crowd

and the coyote's howl

was yapping in my ears.

Dust and grime coated my eyes

I had lost all track of time.

Then it happened, in spite

of all my fears.

Stampede, stampede,

Stampede, stampede

Stampede, stampede.

Now I'm laying

on the ground

my soul is heaven bound

knowing that the end is coming near.

Through the dust and blood and grime

an eternal, blessed time

to see my cattle go

brought one last tear.

I heard cattle bawling loud

far from any human crowd

and the coyote's howl

was yapping in my ears.

Dust and grime coated my eyes

I had lost all track of time.

Then it happened, in spite

of all my fears.

Stampede, stampede,

stampede, stampede

stampede, stampede.

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