Poetry
Still Riding for the Brand
A second book of spiritual cowboy poetry from Bill (Three Feathers) Bunting, is a stirring collection of faith-based cowboy poetry. Bill, a man who found grace, healing, and purpose in the aftermath of deep personal loss. What began as a cry to God in the darkest hour turned into a lifelong calling to share hope through verse. These poems speak the language of the West—of grit, loyalty, redemption, and riding for something greater than yourself. With raw honesty and quiet strength, Bill invites readers to saddle up and journey alongside him as he points to the One who restores, redeems, and never lets go. Whether you're cowboy or city folk, these poems will stir your soul, encourage you, and remind you that no matter where you’ve been, God still has a purpose for your ride.
•37 poems
•144 pages
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Still Riding for the Brand
The old cowboy was thinkin’
Of back in the past
How the years had gone by
And gone by so fast
And how he’d met the preacher
All those years before
He reckoned it must
Have been thirty or more
And how they had met
On the prairie that day
He was ridin’ a buckskin
The preacher a bay
And there by a cedar
Squatted in the shade
And the change in his life
His decisions had made
He had told the preacher
Of the bronc’s he had rode
And others he hadn’t
And shore nuff got throwed
He’d talked of the ranches
That he had rode for
Of gatherin’ and brandin’
And he talked of much more
When you signed on with a ranch
You rode for the brand
And how you were expected
To make a top hand
And he had talked a lot
Of his cowboyin’ ways
Of ridin’ the range
And roundin’ up strays
And how he felt he was too old
To make a good hand
He was thinkin’ of quittin’
Ridin’ for the brand
And how the preacher had said
That he was a stray
Just aimlessly wandering
Seemed to have lost his way
And how he could sign on
With a new boss
Whose foreman’s the one
Who died on the cross
And he had hired on
To a new boss on that day
And though he may wander
He’s no longer a stray
His boss has put purpose
In his wanderin’ ways
As he rides and he wanders
He’s gatherin’ up strays
But now he’s not worried
About makin’ a hand
He just follows the Boss
On the trail He has planned
And his foreman’s the one
With the scars in His hand
And after all these years
He’s “Still Riding for the Brand”
© Bill (Three Feathers) Bunting
The Bill “Three Feathers” Bunting Poetry Bundle —
High Lonesome & Still Riding for the Brand
Experience the heart of the West through two powerful collections of cowboy poetry.
High Lonesome captures the grit, humor, and hard-earned wisdom of classic cowboy life, painting vivid scenes of trail work, trials, and simple truths.
Still Riding for the Brand delivers faith-based poems born from loss, healing, and renewed purpose—stories of loyalty, redemption, and riding for something greater. Together, these books offer authentic Western storytelling filled with hope, honesty, and timeless cowboy logic. Perfect for fans of Western culture, inspirational poetry, or anyone who appreciates a good ride and a good word.
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High Lonesome — Original Cowboy Poetry
A look at life through the eyes of a cowboy. Much of the worlds problems today could be solved with a good dose of cowboy logic. An artist with words, much of Bill's poetry paints a picture of life and times long past. Poems ranging from those depicting the tests and trials of cowboy life to the humorous, Bill's poetry will leave you wanting "just one more."
• 36 poems
• 90 pages
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High Lonesome
He talked of what he called the High Lonesome
Where a man could ride all day alone
And the power poles stopped five miles away
And so did the telephone
The road was just ruts ‘cross the prairie
Dropped down to the canyon below
Too muddy when it rained in the summer
Too deep when blown full of snow
He told me how he hated man’s progress
He never fit in though he’d tried
Now even though he’s punchin’ another man’s cattle
He has the High Lonesome to ride
I asked about the lonely on the Lonesome
He said he wouldn’t want it any other way
‘Cause if you want the freedom of ridin’ the Lonesome
Then lonely is the price you must pay
He told of the house in the canyon
More than likely it was just a line shack
Of the wife he had met in the city
Who had left and hadn’t come back
And he told me how she had left him
And I listened to what he said
How she’d fell in love with the cowboy
And the romance of the lifestyle he’d led
But the life starts loosin’ it’s romance
When you’re calvin’ at twenty below
And you ain’t got your mail in over a month
‘Cause the trails drifted in the snow
And there’s no one at all to talk to
Just your man and he don’t have much to say
You see he’s use to ridin’ the Lonesome
And he’s grown to like it that way
A woman can find herself a talkin’
To the chickens in the yard
‘Cause life for a woman on the Lonesome
Can sometimes be mighty hard
So, if you’re thinkin’ of the High Lonesome
As a place you’d like to ride
Few men have been able to do
Though many there’s been who have tried
You’ve got to be at peace with your maker
And be at peace with yourself as well
Then maybe you can ride the Lonesome
It’s only time that will tell
But, if you’re thinkin’ of bringin’ a woman on the Lonesome
I not sure it’s ever been done
And you’re thinkin’ this one is different
That she’ll be the very first one
Well, make sure she’s in love with the Lonesome
Where a woman spends all day alone
And the power poles stop five miles away
And so does the telephone
© Bill (Three Feathers) Bunting