Cowboys in the Badlands
Out West, across the great divide
great open spaces oceans wide
Beauty in these badlands does hide
everything fights us as we ride
Last stop, was exciting wild Abilene
shot an hombre that was very mean
Watched him bleed as he slowly died
his gal held him and loudly she cried
Before, she had sworn love to me
next his dying love she swore to be
Riding away fast, ahead of the Law
looking back, cloud of dust we saw
My partner lit out on me last night
cried this was surely not his fight
He turned back east galloping so fast
we had our time, had a damn blast
Ahead the badlands beckon me on
this cowboy life sets me all alone
Hot as hell the water miles ahead
A night's rest to clear my head
Morning sun woke me to its heat
no bread, bacon and eggs to eat
My water is in very short supply
always fleeing, I ponder just why
No time to enjoy such pretty views
my path ahead my life must choose
Avoiding Indians and the chasing men
forever alone with never a friend
This beauty now I can slow to see
posse has surely given up on me
Coyotes call , rattlesnakes do hiss
comfort of town I do sorely miss
Found now, a trail to old Mexico
across the Rio Grande I now go
Far behind, hot hell races after me
dancing with pretty senoritas I'll soon be!
Unlike the newspeak of today the media rodeo plays the bull clowns chasing a scripted delay boxed up and ready to go fast food for the loll the upper end following the lower end Yet political satire's even keel will transcend while the real bull gores the clowns He can be ornery when being contained coming like a federal expess roaring down newsmail bringing the letter restrained the same package to every town the same package of the willing consripts freight in the End a older railing bull holds his own wieght
By day you work the fence, you’re out stretching the wire.
By night you read of Grace and stare into the fire.
Come morning you fix a breakfast to last you all day.
Come evening your supper is a better reward than pay.
Come morning you eat a breakfast fit for a king.
Come evening you’re so hungry you’ll eat ‘bout anything.
Coffee warns of eggs and biscuits and such.
Supper comes along usually ‘bout dusk.
Tending a herd on the wide open plains.
Gives a body time to think of all sorta thangs.
Thangs like how great a country we live in today.
Here in America, the good ‘ole U. S. of A.
A country so vast, with big cities on each side.
But here in the wide-open middle is where I reside.
A country founded on God, they sat sail for where ever the wind leads.
Strange how we all seek the same God, how some get off in the weeds.
No one knows freedom better than the American Cowboy.
Freedom’s nothing to sneeze at and it certainly ain’t no toy.
Some folks don’t like our freedom and man, with out a clue.
Stole some planes and right into our life they flew.
Last week these guys tried to take our freedom away.
Hurt some folks in the most barbaric way.
On the prairie they’re snakes and all kinds of varmints.
But nothing as mean as these guys that came here to harm us.
If critters are out and pose some kind of threat.
Yank a hog-leg, fire a round, you’re good to go I’ll bet.
Hear me Lord as I stare into the fire and say.
Rid their minds of this evil thinkin’ is what I pray.
We can’t reason why things like that happen.
You’re the only one that knows Lord, I reacon.
Our leaders have shown Your Spirit as their witness.
Our countrymen have followed suit, just as You’ve convicted us.
I’m thankful all I do is stretch fence and rope in an occasional stray.
Than to have to do what Bush has had to do the past few days.
Lord; be with us, guide our leaders with what they “Have” to do.
Thanks for uniting our country, You’re faith we must prove.
By the fire I read where we’re here today and gone tomorrow.
Life’s short, live it to the fullest, ain’t no time for sorrow.
Come morning breakfast has been better here of late.
Come evening supper has been especially great.
Seems we have an awful lot to appreciate.
Since the time of the attack, to date.
Lord; guide the boys, give them wisdom with what they do and say.
This ‘ole cowboy is fightin’ the war on my knees as I pray.
By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: September 18, 2001 ~ Tuesday
I was locked for 120 days that’s four months living off top ramen, chips and fruit punch. That’s the choices on my commissary, but on the contrary four month was lucky given I had Mary. Plus I got hit probation too, that’s three years of being told how to live and what to do. But blind I still didn’t give a Fuck, I was in jail turned up screaming screw these Deps, lock down for what? And although I had a lot flaws I saw no cause to be trapped behind those evil bars. Where was the love of my friends when I truly needed them? Guess that’s just what comes with the territory of losing your freedom.
Last Freedom Fighters
They fought battles to conquer and spread the good news, it became a mighty
state, ports open to all refugees, hard men building a new world for the next
generation to travel, trading their souls for possessions to conquer these foreign
Hidden agenda was not known yet, our red brothers gave us warnings of
many coming, our spirits calling to form a tribal union, speaking of the old days. A
white calf will be born, our corn will burn from the sun rays, smoke rising to the
stars, echo’s from the great chief, a war painted warrior speaking truth to the last
tribe, our homes were yesterday paths, our children do not speak our language,
the old sit on broken stumps not on our women woven rugs.
Sorrow comes rushing in as the pendulum swings, dividing lands between
the waters. Broken arrows burns their hearts, the teeth of the great wolf licks its
prey, waiting in the dark den, an image of timeless tales. Unknown visitors came
upon our lands and brought with them this great destruction to our pastures,
many warriors now lay in scared burial grounds, they took our women and laid
besides them making them slaves.
Our smoke clouds bringing visions, the red fox forewarns about a massacre,
ones that carry the pocked marked faces, yellow hairs that rode broken mares.
It’s now there fate to give back these grounds that belonged to us, we stand tall
knowing the fate of the last freedom fighter, they will go down to the valleys and
lay besides our own. Our eagle soars and the black bears speaks, its upon our
lands that we stood by the waters which turned into red rivers, the mountains
shake bringing down the snow, the animals hide, the dark cloud is coming by the
hands of great men, they too shall melt with the rising sun.