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We’ve shared the trail, kicked up some dust,
An’ stood a storm or two.
We’ve rode the plains, the wide frontier,
The easy trails were few.
You’ve listened like some wise old sage
To ever thing I’ve said,
An’ as a friend, supported me,
No matter where it led.
I wished I coulda carried you,
The times you were in pain;
Or rustled up some kinda shed
To turn the blowin’ rain.
I’ve come up shy with some your needs,
You gave me more’n you got,
But in your silence, seemed to know,
I needed you a lot.
Compadre, friend, amigo, pard;
I called you all them things,
But there’s been times, I swear to God,
You musta had some wings,
An’ He sent you to care for me
Like no one had before.
If you’as a man an’ not a horse,
I couldn’t a-loved you more.
We gave this ranch our sweat an’ blood,
It’s yours as much as mine,
An’ raised our young’uns through the years,
An’ Lord they’re doin’ fine.
They’re blazin’ trails an’ raisin’ dust,
They’re off an’ runnin’ free.
We’ve taught ‘em well an’ made ‘em strong;
Compadre, you an’ me.
I always knew the day would come
When we would fine’ly ride,
To join the Maker’s round-up time,
Up on the Great Divide.
I sorta hoped we’d share the trail
But this was not to be,
So, you go on, we’ll ride again;
Compadre, you an’ me.
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul
at this season.
Equatorial island exploring its amazed
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!
Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.
Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout
life in this lovely weather.
Will be your shadow, because your pain
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry
me, my Kindred Soul?
or tired love?
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!
He was to be for my daddy, they'd said
as they scooped him up from the pick up bed
He was speckled & flop eared & soft as a sigh
My Daddy knew he had lost by the look in my eye
With his masked bandit eyes, only one name seemed right
Thus, Ringo, was christened that long ago April night
Part wolf, part samoyed, part collie & aussie
He would herd anything from small kids to old Bossy
Every morning he'd walk me to the school yard gate
Every afternoon he'd return & patiently wait
When I graduated from high school in June of ‘82
I argued with the principal that he deserved a diploma, too
Wherever I wandered he was close at my side
Through my childhood years, we roamed far & wide
We hiked every inch of the old Hilton Spread & the Total Wreck, as well
I knew to bring him in with me, when my daddy would start to yell
He moved quick & shadow silent & hardly ever made a sound
But just say the word "Ranch" & watch him come unwound
He loved to chase the rabbits & running with the 'yotes
Its to his credit that some coyote pups had speckled coats
I learned to trust his instinct when the fellers started to call
Why, when his hackles started rising, I knew to end it all
He'd step in between us & stare them down to size
Yep, if Ringo didn't like you, there would be no compromise
He's gone on across the Rainbow bridge where all good dogs abide
But he'll be waiting at Heaven's Gate, to fall in at my side
He taught me loyalty & trust, & that love never ends
For sixteen years, through thick & thin, We were the best of friends
I’ve seen a lot of tee-shirts lately,
That say “Get a Cowboy Attitude”,
But the fellows who were wearing them,
Appeared to be plain rude.
They think that being a Cowboy,
Is a swagger in your walk,
And a dip in your lip,
And a drawl when you talk.
They think it means a high dollar horse,
And a trailer with a tack,
And a forty thousand dollar pick-up,
With vanity plates on the back.
They think a seventy-five dollar shirt,
And a Stetson with a fancy band,
Are all that it takes to make,
The measure of a man.
But being a Cowboy,
Ain’t necessarily what you ride,
It’s what you believe,
It’s who you are inside.
It’s looking past the problems,
To further down the road,
It’s standing up for others,
And living by The Code.
It’s giving more than your share,
It’s doing what is right,
It’s knowing how to appreciate things,
By taste, or feel, or sight.
It’s knowing that it’s not necessary,
To be Politically Correct,
That either you do, or you don’t,
Deserve your ounce of respect.
It’s knowing the definition of Freedom,
The Responsibility that it brings,
It’s Heart and Soul and Strength and Grit,
And even more than just those things...
It’s wearing what is practical,
And even if you’re money poor,
If you really are a Cowboy,
You’re rich in Something More.
Because being a Cowboy,
Isn’t something that you learn,
It’s putting your shoulder to it,
It’s the one thing that you EARN.
So, when you see a fella’,
Wearing his “cowboy attitude”,
You can know that he’s a “wanna’ be”,
Or maybe just a dude.
As for the Real Cowboy?
Well, you’ll know him by the look in his eyes,
And he’ll be the one wearing plain clothes,
‘Cause he don’t have to advertise.
How I miss you so.
I never wanted to let you go.
The days our long and the nights our to.
All I can remember is our favorite song.
Wondering how long I'll have to live without you?
Seemed just like yesterday we met and our destiny were set.
Now, I would bet my life to hold, love, and see you again.
Feel your warm breath on mine one more time.
You, taught me all I know.
I never wanted to let you go.
Our paths were different but our hearts were one.
If given a chance we would of made beautiful music together.
Our own song.
We don't know when or how long but time will see if there will ever be a you
By: Amber Gil
There is an old unwritten code out here that’s truly not a myth—
He that is loyal to his brand: “He’ll do to ride the river with.”
Some call it just a handshake – but it’s the thing that we all know best—
They say it’s a code of ethics – we call it the Code of the West.
It is known as integrity – being generous to a fault—
An ancient Golden Rule that we all try to live by and exalt.
We love the land and treat it well and stir up no dust for others—
Fair play and close friendship are still dear, and we treat all like brothers.
We tip our hats to ladies, and know the true measure of a man—
We pay our debts and those of kin, and with our God know where we stand.
Yes, there is an old unwritten code out here that is not a myth—
He that is loyal to his brand: “He’ll do to ride the river with.”
THE FOURTH OF JULY HAT
We used to celebrate July the Fourth when the kids were young—
Till they grew up and moved away and life became far-flung.
Yes, once we toasted freedom’s day and shot off big fireworks—
Now I sit here in this dark bar surrounded by some jerks.
We used to ride our horses on this Independence Day,
We barbecued and downed a few and for our nation prayed.
Then the show of fountains, Roman candles and Black Cat—
Till judges and town laws ruled: “You aren’t allowed to do that!”
Slowly the country lost its way and now it seems insane—
Shredding our constitution with rights of eminent domain.
Now Addie’s gone and I’m alone to tend to this old spread,
Till slickers come and crowd me off and I’m just left for dead.
Now holidays don’t mean too much and good times just don’t last,
I wonder if folks understand sacrifices of our past?
So on this Fourth I watch fireworks upon a bar room screen,
My wrinkled skin like leather now, but oh, what I have seen…
They’re playing our nation’s anthem and I’m sure liking that,
When some young tough rudely yells: “Cowboy, I can’t see through your hat!”
But I feel a bit stubborn and cling to what I have left
And sit there till he says, “Old man, are you a little deaf?”
Slowly, I take that hat off, and feel for something inside—
Then put on an old folded army cap with deep love and pride.
Then as the last fireworks fade, and loud rockets burst and whir—
That young man shakes my hand and says, “Happy Fourth of July, sir.”
So strong and self assured
He rides alone always wanting more
Never satisfied with what's between those fences
His spirit will wake up your wildest senses
By the cross and thorns that is emblazoned on his arm
His substance runs deeper than his cowboy charm
A tame Christian man with a spirit wild
A man of God, he is your child
His reckless nature will never subside
Yet humble he still has his foolish pride
His heart is bigger than the tallest mountain high
And you feel weak when you look into his eyes
His hands so rough yet so soft to touch
For him no ride is ever too much
He welcomes the mystery that comes in the night
A lover at heart born ready to fight
The complexity of this cowboy man
Every woman dreams with him she would stand
Alone, looking at the midnight moon
In her dreams, she whispers...sometime soon
His name was John Paul Slavens, an old time buckaroo
when he was young, he’d made a hand, knew just what to do.
He had a soft hand with horses, he knew the ways of cow
He treated women like a lady, not like men do now.
He was good with "youngins" and when the work was done
he’d tell a story , spin a yarn, have a little fun.
He was never mean or surly, because he’d come to know
The good book’s always right, we’ll reap just what we sow.
JP worked with us kids, he’d smile the times we’d fail
He’d keep us working and learning, riding the cowboy trail.
And sometimes during the lessons, one of us kids would slip
into a place a cow had been and left her little... "chip".
JP’d laugh when we made a "face" slap his knee a time or two
He’d say, "It’s only grass and water!" as we tried to wipe off that "goo".
Well time moved on, his winter came, I watched Old J.P. die
I know he’s gone to Heaven, riding for the "Boss" in the sky.
Up there the water’s always good, the grass is stirrup high
He’s a happy cowhand, riding in the sweet by and by.
As I’ve traveled down life’s trail, I’ve "slipped" a time or two
And more than once I’ve found myself, "stepping’ in brown goo".
I think back to my childhood with Old J.P. showing me the way
of thinking and working like a cowboy, I can still hear him say;
"It’s only grass and water!" I realize all ain’t lost,
I pick up the pieces, try again, disregard the cost.
The worst probably won’t kill you, tomorrow’s another day,
just pick yourself up, dust yourself off, try different way.
I’ve begun to realize what I wish would go to another
Is just my little trail to ride... It’s all just Grass and Water!