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Locked in the history through the doors of his mind Are the remains of an unwritten contract he signed. The rules he lived by with his own flesh and bone, Wrote in his blood and signed alone. An Indian father or a Spanish bride, The white mans greed won’t alter his stride, The black mans courage with endurance within, Mixed with trials errors and mortal sin. Through the hardship and horses through courage and pain These are the hands that held the rein. Annie Oakley, Kitty Wilkins and Bell Star, Combined lace with leather and created a gender scar. From Picket, Custer, and Crazy Horse, These are only a few who would not alter their course. And those less know on Oregon’s trail, Who sold all they had and to the west set sail. Chisholm, Goodnight and French, some of the Cattle kings, They all are the reason a cowboy sings. And their blood still flows through our veins, These are the hands that held the rein. Forgive them for they knew not what they done, As they settled the west with hand and gun. Fought for open space they went through, Not knowing that greed and politics followed them too. Restless by nature a curious kind, Searching for answers they will never find. An unwritten code he rides for the brand, It pumps through the veins into the soul of this man. He gathers those memories and tries to remain, These are the hands that held the rein. Writing no letter for he can’t but he would, To who he’s not sure but it is understood, There is no place to send it anyhow, So he saddles his pony and rides for the cow, Sings a song and says a poem in rhyme, To cut the quiet and pass the time. That helps keep the stories of his horse and life, As he sings of a friend and dreams of a wife. Through the doors of his mind those memories remain, For these are the hands that held the rein. Like shuffling a deck he’s held in his hand He has gambled his life and made a stand, And made a vow he will try to fulfill, With the luck of the draw his blood flows still. To the next generation, with changes in time, We still hear his stories in song and rhyme. And if one more day could be spare For the songs sung and poems shared Let him live just one more day, Let him ride for the brand and draw his pay. In our future let our history not be in vein, For our hands are now what hold the rein.

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Hands That Held the Rein

Locked in the history through the doors of his mind Are the remains of an unwritten contract he signed. The rules he lived by with his own flesh and bone, Wrote in his blood and signed alone. An Indian father or a Spanish bride, The white mans greed won’t alter his stride, The black mans courage with endurance within, Mixed with trials errors and mortal sin. Through the hardship and horses through courage and pain These are the hands that held the rein. Annie Oakley, Kitty Wilkins and Bell Star, Combined lace with leather and created a gender scar. From Picket, Custer, and Crazy Horse, These are only a few who would not alter their course. And those less know on Oregon’s trail, Who sold all they had and to the west set sail. Chisholm, Goodnight and French, some of the Cattle kings, They all are the reason a cowboy sings. And their blood still flows through our veins, These are the hands that held the rein. Forgive them for they knew not what they done, As they settled the west with hand and gun. Fought for open space they went through, Not knowing that greed and politics followed them too. Restless by nature a curious kind, Searching for answers they will never find. An unwritten code he rides for the brand, It pumps through the veins into the soul of this man. He gathers those memories and tries to remain, These are the hands that held the rein. Writing no letter for he can’t but he would, To who he’s not sure but it is understood, There is no place to send it anyhow, So he saddles his pony and rides for the cow, Sings a song and says a poem in rhyme, To cut the quiet and pass the time. That helps keep the stories of his horse and life, As he sings of a friend and dreams of a wife. Through the doors of his mind those memories remain, For these are the hands that held the rein. Like shuffling a deck he’s held in his hand He has gambled his life and made a stand, And made a vow he will try to fulfill, With the luck of the draw his blood flows still. To the next generation, with changes in time, We still hear his stories in song and rhyme. And if one more day could be spare For the songs sung and poems shared Let him live just one more day, Let him ride for the brand and draw his pay. In our future let our history not be in vein, For our hands are now what hold the rein.