Chase Anderson

My name is Chase Anderson. I am the son of a rancher that lives south of Miles City, Montana and have a few head of cows my out there myself. I’ve lived in quite a few areas in eastern Montana. I grew up in Ismay, currently live in Circle, but the ranch south of Miles City is what I consider home. My poetry reflects a lifestyle that I believe is still alive and well. Ranching, rodeo, and Jesus Christ make up the vast majority of my poems and I have been a part of all three of those topics. Being 27 years old, I feel it’s important for me along with other young poets to continue our original and authentic gift of writing to fill the boots of those that did it before us. Like the Knights of England, the cowboy way will change and it will be the poems, songs, and stories that continue the memory of the cowboy.

The Last Cowboy

He gazed across the pastures
Of the land where he was born
His thoughts looked at his history
Hands rest on saddle horn

“Times have changed” he said at once
As he dug deep in his mind
“It’s all pickups now and tractors,
Me and the horse got left behind”

With that he trotted off a bit
To pick up a few strays
And disappeared in the cattle’s dust
And moved them down a ways

I couldn’t help but wonder
Though I’m in my youthful prime
What it really must be like
Being left behind by time

What’ll be new when I’m his age
What changes will I see
Could I turn into this old hand?
Could It really happen to me?

Will I see the day the last cowboy
All dressed in Sundays best
Be closed up with his way of life
And both laid down to rest?

No, it won’t, I promise this
The cowboy way will always be
As long as there’s a cow alive
They’ll be watched by folks like me

Ride from the Heart
By Chase Anderson

I walked behind the bucking chutes
My gear up on my shoulder
The youngest entered here tonight
The others a bit older

It was a little small-town rodeo
The crowd was thin but cheered
I was the only rider entered
That wasn’t from round here

Then a young man caught my eye
And drew attention to my mind
The walking cane and glasses
Where clues that he was blind

He was strapping on his jingle bob’s
Just behind the gate
And threw his rig up on the catwalk
Behind the chute that’s numbered 8

They saddled up the horse he drew
Then I heard a cowboy say
“Alright Jake you’re ready,
You’re riding Hudson Bay”

They helped Jake on, and he got set
And nodded for the go
The gate blew open to let them out
And put on a bucking show

I’ve never seen a man alive
That rode like this man did
That horse bucked and tried his tricks
But Jake was a clever step ahead

The buzzer blew and Jake jumped off
A cowboy helped him back
And set him by the stripping chute
Gave him back his cane and hat

I asked someone what I just saw
How real could this guy be
A man could ride a horse like that
That couldn’t even see

“You see son, he was the best around
This small towns joy and pride
He was closing in on number one
Until one Lone Star Texas ride”

“He didn’t grab enough rein
and when they let him out
He fell off behind the bronc
and had the lights kicked out”

“But he knows the horses by their names
He’s been on quite a few
And memorized their moves and jumps
And all the tricks they do”

“See son, the thing you need to know,
What sets him and you apart
Is you ride with your grit and eyes
But he rides with his heart”