FEEDIN’ TIME by Bruce Kiskaddon

reedymar11photo © 2019, John Michael Reedy

FEEDIN’ TIME
by Bruce Kiskaddon, 1878-1950

You are warm in the cabin, and doin’ yore cookin’.
But you know that yore hosses are there, without lookin’.
It’s ‘long about time they come in to be fed,
And to be put away fer the night in the shed.

Both hosses and mules seem to have their own way
Of tellin’ exactly the time of the day.
And I’ve noticed besides they don’t often get lost,
Like some human bein’s you’ve happened acrosst.

Yore feet is so warm that you don’t like to go
And git yore boots wet, wadin”round in the snow.
But it’s feed makes ’em stout, and it’s feed brings ’em back;
So you pull on your boots, and you start makin’ tracks.

You pull down yore hat and you turn up yore collar.
You start fer the shed and the hosses both foller.
They are glad to see you, and I’ve generally found,
A man don’t git so lonesome with hosses around.

…by Bruce Kiskaddon

Bruce Kiskaddon worked for ten years as a cowboy, starting in 1898 in southeastern Colorado’s Picketwire area. He published short stories and nearly 500 poems.

This impressive photograph was made by John Reedy, Montana photographer, songwriter, musician, and poet. John recites this poem on the forthcoming MASTERS: VOLUME THREE, the poetry of Bruce Kiskaddon from CowboyPoetry.com, to be released in late April for Cowboy Poetry Week.

John and Heather Reedy’s daughter Brigid and son Johnny “Guitar” Reedy, popular performers at cowboy poetry gatherings, also have recitations on the forthcoming CD.

Find more about the CD, including the complete track list, here.

You can receive a CD and the Cowboy Poetry Week Poster for a donation of $50 or more to the Center for Western and Cowboy Poetry. Find more and a quick link for donating here.

CDs will likely be $35 postpaid. Posters are never sold.

See more impressive photography at John Reedy’s site and find more about him at Cowboypoetry.com and twistedcowboy.com.

Find more in the Kiskaddon features at CowboyPoetry.com.

(Please respect copyright. You may share this photograph with this poem, but for other uses, request permission. This poem is in the public domain.)