I like to come to these old bluf They, bring back a lot of inspiration.

I'd just like to seen this old c about 8 to 9.

When you really know what it is Yeah.

We take care of that 2300 acres through here.

We're running about 80 mama cows on it.

I'll come down here and solve the problems of the world.

My name is Kent Rollins, I live in Hollis, Oklahoma.

Cowboy, a cowboy poet.

An a cook.

Actually started writing poetry, probably about 1984.

And I was horseback down here on went to come in through my mind of things that I'd see abou And, I got home one evenin and just got to writing it down.

Smoke billows upward and disappear like a great ghost in the night.

Soon smoke gives way to flames.

And embers start burning bright.

Well, I think most of all the th that influence my work is being a poet or a sto “Sour dough biscuits in an old cast-iron oven, soon will start to rise.” Im s part of it.

You see, cattle and cowboys.

They've always been my life.

Sort of like a union between a man and his wife.

But a lot of it, too, comes from the old timers that I was around when I was sma To get to be around those fellas and reliv some of the stories that they to You really have to admire those When you come down here to this and, you can look around yo and this old country had to chan No.

Whole lot since the 1880s, and the time when all the cattle drives were coming through.

It gives me more of a peace of mind to know that what I'm still doing to make my living and to be a co when I can come down here and fit into somethin that's already here, it just mak that much easier to be inspired by something that you see.

If you can capture something dow when you get through telling it It reminds people of a picture, well, you've sort o got your message across, I think Your getting bettert all the tim Pulled my old horse up to let h catch his air, why to get me up He had already done his share.

The top of this old rive rim is skirted with mesquite, sa and shining there in ther eveni well its like colors God painted on the page.

“The river there that lay belo it shines like brand new glass, I begin to wonder at the man things this old River had seen c Many a cow and cowboy this old river had seen em cros many a cow and cowboy.

This old river reclaimed their l Say you come to this old river.

And maybe if by chance you sit t and you listen... You can almost hear them Kiowas dance.” “I might be late one evening.

Right at dusky dark.

When the wind is quit a blowing and them old cyotes have begin t You see a herd of cattle bedded down on the Texas side.

You hear an old cowboy singing in that herd.

So it'll feel your heart.

Fred, say you ar drifting like a tumbleweed in th Looking for a new place to start But you just don't know where to I guess you can do as I. And every day I come to this riv for a brand new start.

You see, it' not a boundary at all, but a gat that'll open your heart.” A lot of the cowboy poetry and stuff that I write is, is serious.

Probably half and half from from Yall get on, Hey, hey, get up, Hey, hey.

hey Many a day that I've spent.

Whoa Hawling hay and fixing fence.

Many's the hour I spent a stradd Bouncing my backside in the seat of a saddle.

As far as me considering myself a gret poet.

There's a whole lot better.

Get out, of them trees.

Get out.

“As time went by, the chores haven't changed.

But my old body has, It doesn't The spill and the falls well they begin to Now, each day's work seems lik a whole month's worth of chores.

This ain't Shakespeare.

And, I'd read a little Shakespea when I was in high school and just really couldn't relate to this fella.

But, my poetry's not like that.

Watch the rocks youngin.

“Has the ground got harder?

Or am I insane?

The things that used to be fun.

They now cause pain.

I think of the things that reall It's the hours in the saddle that seem to be the worst.

It feels lik there's a rock in the middle of that sends a sharp throbbing pain plum down to my f I wante to be to where anyone could unde You didn't have to be a cowboy per se, to know what I'm talking From the common ordinary person to the old cowbo that's worked on the ranch for 7 I want something to somebody to be able to get something out no matter what lifestyle they le He tells it like it is.

He like these people that you know, read it out of a book, something you know.

“ I coped with this problem for quite some time, and he's r to find a solution to this agony I called the doc and an appointm I might not have been a littl embarrassed, but I sure wasn't a I explained to doc this little problem of mine.

He said, slip into this little everything's going to be just fi This little gown it didn't seem to fit and the pa sticking out was the part where I lay there on the table, my backside in the air, I said, hang on a minute, doc, is that necessary?

Does that part need to bare?

Oh, he said, this problem we've it's really nothing to avoid.

It's really quite simple.

It's a thing we call a hemorrhoi A hemorrhoid?

Well, doc what might be the cure.

He said nothing major, but we're Cut it off.

I cried with fright.

Hang on a minute, doc.

I thnk a second opinion might be Second opinion, well I really d Well, that's when I gathered my and boots and from his office I left with a sudden burst of sp Felt as I was luck to get out there with my life ca not going to get near my backsid especially with a knife.

As for this little problem.

I ain't got rid of it yet.

One thing's for certain I won't go back to that crazy ve There's so many things that inspire me when we do cowbo Whether it be, from horses to cattle to shipping time to cooking, to an old fenc post to brand new baby calves, it's something that just i sort of sticks out in your mind I think in life and anything you it's better to be able to live s trying to get that point across It's not fake, it's authentic.

And, that' what I think people like to hear I guess in a way, I'm I'm drawn back to that, to the old times, some of the old ways that the Co It was hard.

Calf fries.

The benefits of morning work.

We still, go and cook on some wo ranches during spring works.

Shadow biscuits.

You got beans?

You got to have biscuits and, u “Cookie” always had sour dough, And you feed, 12 to 1 cowboys on a normal working ranc And you start over the next day.

“You know, this ain't no Hardee' Nor is it a Mac-e-dees.

There ain't no drive up window, You know, it's part of an old po we got it takes hours and hour to prepare this food like old co Especially when you're feeding large groups.

We'll have, besides beans, cherr Uh, New York strip steak and, ba So I think we're going to ea a little better than them boys d the trail drive.

The people that settled this country years ago everything was cooked in a Dutch Coals underneath, coals on top till they got a wood burning stove.

Lets eat!

Y'all come and get it.

People have to have a little entertain you to make t Sure, we make a living at it, this is what we do.

besides ranching and cowboys cooking and entertaining.

So what you think?

I think it's wonderful.

I thnk oh Kent is a wonderful co I mean, I wasn't there 125 years ago to know what happene around the old cattle camps at n And that's an old rabbit or a p that's been run over about 170 t and baked in the hot Oklahoma su with fur on em.

I'll nearly guarantee yo there was somebody there who tol There was somebody there, maybe a little poetry.

My shirt was And boots found me a mesquite t this on, maybe to another genera is to get to preserv and relate a part of America's h Had nobody died yet.

So we're in pretty good shape th “It stands there below the hill a vision from the past Once a sturdy structure, but now it's fading fast.

Made of rock and mud.

It once stood proud and tall.

Now the chink is crumbling.

Walls begin to fall.

These rocks they came from the Wichita mount They hawled them by the wagon l But now there's not even a trace of a wagon or a road Built by a Texas cattle man.

A headquarters for his spread, is miles and miles from grass he had from the Salt Fort to the Many a herd of cattle.

This man turned out to graze.

As he fought life's many battle and his family he tried to raise Well.

Why, I bet this old roc house was mighty a welcome sight When he had been gone a horseba and was trying to get home for n As he rode up to the door why I can almost hear his little Johnny, your pas home go and s horse and throw him a bite of ha Well, she met him at the door wi and a smile, for he had been gon Seemed like an awful long while.

She asked with a trembling voice How did it go?

He said, well, it could have we but I guess it didn't have much You see no I lost too much there at the riv It was running fast and deep.

Maybe I should have picked me a where the banks weren't slick or By the time I got to rest to mar the price had went way down and when I got through paying th well there weren't enough money for all the folks i how do we make it?

She said, We never will get by.

I just want to quit and go home.

I don't even want to try.

But that time I heard somebody h Get back on that old horse.

We still got to get these cows t Well, I reached for my old rein and swung in the saddle to take Has a son was sinking fast there in the west?

I turned to look once more.

Wasn't really there.

Was it gone?

Or was it a vision from the past I'm always happy to see a sunset It means its getting lose to go As long as there's cows and as long as there's cattle, I think there'll always be a nee for a cowboy.

There's a million sunset every n if you just get to see it.

And I'm fortunate to get to see