Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Post 11 Rudy & Rose Gonzales

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IN GOD WE TRUST
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Rudy Gonzales Nationally Renown Cowboy Humorist
Storyteller, Singer, & Cowboy Poet
cowboyrudy@cowboyrudy.com


Cowboy Rudy is a real working cowboy who has become a national favorite with his humor, stories, cowboy songs, and cowboy poetry.  You will experience the difference between one who lives the life and those who just bought the hat. 


© Copyright on my poetry recognizes Rudy Gonzales as the author. Permission is hereby given to those who would like to publish or recite my work. This is given with the understanding that no changes may be made in text and proper credit given as to authorship. If further questions - please call me.

The Servant's Bell

By Rudy Gonzales

Copyright © 1988


Tho this cowboy's life is a livin' rage,
and his lovely wife he lives to please.
There lurks inside of him a little boy,
Who dearly loves to tease.


Now on a recent trip to town, . . .
the logic of his purchase, I really couldn't tell.
But you could see the devil in his eyes,
when he found this Servants Bell.


Now a Servants Bell is what rich folks use,
when calling their servants to fill their every need.
Why they're suppose to fetch and carry,
or even groom the masters steed.


Well this cowboy bought that tinklin' bell,
and headed for the ranch.
And pondered on the benefits,
if this bell should work perchance.


Now his wife she is a pleasant gal,
and she doesn't mind his tease.
Ya see she loves her scruffy cowboy,
and does her best to please.


Well, . . . The details of this story, . . .
I really don't think I want to tell.
"Cause things didn't work quite out the way they were suppose to,
when he rang his little bell.


But there is one thing that I can tell you,
and that is that we hope that someday doctors may find some cures.
To explain why he jingles when he walks,
'cause he does it without spurs!





NOTE; While sharing this story and poem at a banquet. A lady seated towards the front was getting very angry. I just knew that she was about to throw something at me. She didn't, but after the show was over she came to me and put her hand on my shoulder. She said. "I was so happy to hear you finally got it in the end!" I'm sure she meant the conclusion of the story.

"Said the robin to the sparrow,
I should really like to know,
 Why these anxious human beings,
rush about and worry so.
 Said the sparrow to the robin,
Friend I think that it must be,
They have no heavenly father
such as cares for you and me."


Shared from one of BILLY GRAHAM'S  books
"Unto the Hills"



"I just never let the truth get in the way of a good story or poem!"
Before I share this next story, I do not want to get a lot of negative E-mail from the ladies until they have read it all. My wife is my working partner and has been since before the day we married. As a cowboy's wife she has helped me dig fence post holes, stack hay, she has held lots of horses while I put shoes on them, she has gone on to put a lot of needed miles on the new colts I was training. All of this she did along with her other duties as a wife.

When we moved closer to town, I found myself making more money than our regular cowboy wages. So I set forth to share with my partner. I went out and bought my wife a new color television set. I remember when the salesman said. " Now Rudy that's a nice color T.V. you got there, would you like a remote control?" I answered immediately. "Why shucks no, . . I've got a wife!"
Now before you get all upset. I would like you to know that I found out later that I really should have bought that remote control. 'Cause when I'm setting there in my chair watching that color T.V. And Rose is outside splitting wood, . . . and I have to yell so doggone loud for her to come in and turn the channel.


Next I found that town people have some fun things going on. Like Yard Sales! 

While visiting one of these Yard Sales on my way back to the ranch I found the most clever invention. I never knew that town people had it so good. It was a little bell about three or four inches tall and the call it a Servant's Bell. Well I got to thinking about all that money I saved on that remote control. So I bought that little Servants Bell, and I took it back to the ranch. I put it on the stand next to my chair where I watch that color T.V. Then I called Rose in and said. "Honey I want you to get use to this here sound!" Well this is how the inspiration for this next story came about.




lone cowboy campfire

Sometimes You Just Can't Please em'

This Cowboy's Dad




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Post 10 Louis Gander's Poetry

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Louis Gander was born in 1954 in Richland Center, WI. Please send all requests, comments and questions to louisgander@yahoo.com
Permission is granted to print poems off this website AS IS - but ONLY WITH ALL copyright information and WITHOUT CHANGES, ADDITIONS and/or DELETIONS - for non-commercial use only, in bulletins, newsletters, sermons and for sharing with family and friends. Schools may also use these poems. Reprinting for resale or profit, in any form, is strictly prohibited.

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For now, one written down below, and three taped poems of the 700____  watch for future posts.  Enjoy!






Twilight Colors Beckon Me

by louis gander © 2019




"The sun is setting. It's to be.


The twilight colors beckon me.

Was life complete? Did I obey

my precious Lord, His will, His way?"

I've fallen short. I've fallen far
from Heaven's heights to things that are.
The Judge is waiting for me now
as sweat escapes my weary brow.

I've eaten time. Now it's my fate.
What can I change with empty plate?
There must be something I can do.
Is there no grace for me and you?

Can I "un-drink" the milk now soured?
Can I "un-eat" what I've devoured?
Can I go back to live His way,
some ninety years? No, not one day.

But futile death? Say it's not so!
Yes, Christ arose from here below!
Forgiven from this life I leave!
Eternal life- for I believe!

It doesn't change my sadness though.
Regret, I do, as tempest blow.
You youngsters have a life of time.
Please do God's Will and make it rhyme.

Please read your Bible, read it true.
Don't be like me, but be like you.
Don't store up treasures on your shelf
for one day you will say yourself,

"The sun is setting. It's to be.
The twilight colors beckon me.
Was life complete? Did I obey
my precious Lord, His will, His way?"





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