He was covered all in sweat as I tied my old horse there in the shade. He said an old horse that will stand more than five minutes, oh there ain’t never been one made. He wore an old ragged pair of leggings that had been cut off just below the knees. His old hands… [Read more…]
October 11, 2010
I hadn’t known him long But I’d sure call him a friend. A bunch of us had gathered at the River To set his ashes free upon the wind. ~~~~ By the crowd that had assembled He had touched a lot in his short life. Most stood in somber silence And others consoled his wife.… [Read more…]
August 11, 2010
Long before the dawning Not a creature heard about. Old bones they start to aching As tired muscles begin to shout. ~~~ He struggles from his bedroll Tired and broke and bent. Mornings they come early below the rim When you’re under ole “Cookie’s Tent.” ~~~ An ole black hat sets on his head Weathered… [Read more…]
March 30, 2011
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