Some of the Burro Babes. Dastardly desperados they are.
Bronc Magnet Connie's Cowgirl Poetry
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The misadventures of Connie and her friends
Connie Rossignol has been writing her own brand of cowgirl poetry for some time but the only people that were blessed enough to get to hear her read have been her close friends. I decided to put this page together of her poetry so many more people can enjoy her quick wit and turn of a phrase. Connie writes all her poetry true to life and can turn a real bad situation into a real knee slapping poem. Along with her poems I will try to tell the story behind each one - as there is always a story!
Connie lives in Tome', NM on about 10 acres with her husband Rick and daughter Eve. Connie is a Nurse Practitioner by profession at the University of New Mexico's gynecology clinic and also grows some great grass and alfalfa hay on her property. She worked for some time as a wrangler and has also been heavily involved in a handicapped riding program. She now owns a small herd of jackstock which she rides and drives and one old blind horse.
Connie has been published in The Brayer Magazine, The Horseman's Voice Magazine and several newspapers all due to her friends sending her poems off. She is going to get out there whether she likes it or not it seems!
If you get a notion to copy any of these poems of Connie's, please ask for her permission first by writing to her here: SayHayRoz@aol.com
If you have an interest in gettin' Connie out for a reading you will have to write to her friends here FRIENDS OF CONNIE She hangs out with an unseemly gang of old women called the Burro Babes who follow her around kicking her butt so if she ever does a readin' in your parts she is sure to have several of her friends along.
Some of the Burro Babes. Dastardly desperados they are.
Connie is a joy to all who know her. Without further jaw-jabbin' on my part I think I'll start this site off with Connie's Resume. You can scroll down to the bottom for links to her poems.
Connie on her jenny, Gracie with her husband Rick on their jenny 'Ol Beck
RESUME by Connie Rossignol
I ain’t a cowboy poet
As any fool can see.
for though I pen a verse or two
I’m just a "wanna be".
I haven’t ever built a loop
Or pressed an iron to hide,
And if I say I’m ridin’ fence
It means I can’t decide!
Still, I ain’t completely ignorant
About the rural scene.
I’ve slopped some hogs and hoed some corn
And chopped some collard greens.
As a kid we had electric lights
But as far as takin’ a bath -
The tub was #3 galvanized
The toilet down the path.
I’ve pumped and hauled some water
And one more thing’s for sure,
I’ve seen my share of dust and sweat
And moved my share of manure.
But all my dreams of ranch life
Were just castles in a cloud
‘Cause we were just too gol-dern poor
To ever buy a cow.
A horse was out of the question
As long as your feet still worked,
Or a pickup truck could pull a stump
And hold up to the jerk!
While folks said I’d outgrown it
I kept hopin’ all along
Til I passed my 40th birthday
When I figured they were wrong.
Though I’d never work for the 6’s,
I did my own best thing --
And took a job with a dude outfit
Wranglin’ the gentle string
‘Course, I didn’t start a’ horseback
I had to pay my dues,
And learn at the end of a manure fork
The dude string "p’s" and "q’s".
I kept my place and listened
And started guidin’ rides,
Then come my very proudest day --
I’d just brung in the line...
When a crusty older cowboy
Walked up and spit in the sand.
Then wiped his moustache on his sleeve
And said, "Gal, you’ve made a hand."
Well I don’t work that job no more,
And I never worked a ranch.
But I live on a little ol’ piece of ground
Where I finally got the chance
To grow a little alfalfa,
And keep jackstock that I ride.
That’s why handlin’ hay an’ longears
Inspires nearly all my rhymes.
So the title "Cowboy Poetry"
Might not apply to mine.
Instead of a "poet lariat"
I’m a poet "ass-inine".
And if why I’d ride a "jackass"
Makes you laugh and wonder some-
I can tell you just exactly why...
But that’s another poem.
Now these poems are in order. Connie sometimes has to tell a story in more than one poem so if you follow them in this order they will make better sense. On each page there is a link to the next poem.
In Defense of Donkeys Addendum Buckin Bronc Magnet Lucky Hat
Jacks or Better Fences Hindsight Cold Spell The Ballad of Oris Reed
The Legend of Roger Downey Eatin' Out Trainers Of Donkeys and Reindeer
Doctorin' Camilla Stampede Strings Weddin' Summer
Do Real Cowgirls Eat Soybeans? A Matchin' Team Thanks Doc
LINKS
American Western Magazine Horsefeathers Billy Joe Jim Bob's
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