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A Bull Rider's Heart

We are all so young,,, even the ‘old hands’
Imagining a time with no bull rope is hard to plan
 
It’s riding with a heart and unflagging spirit revealed
That’s a most fitting description of what’s usually concealed
 
The dream most have had since they were born
About riding horses, bulls, and such without scorn
 
It’s about the ride, that 8 seconds of time
That lead you and the bull to a place uniquely sublime
 
Riding bulls or whatever, it really don’t matter
As long as your heart, your family, and your thoughts aren’t scattered
 
Whether it’s the big show or not, you really don’t mind
You’d ride a milk cow if she’d fly out the gate, so inclined.
 
So even if you ride for the money, or the fame
No matter what you draw, you look for no blame
 
Because even though bones, and tendons are often broken
And if you’re deemed old because your thirty something year is now unspoken
 
It’s really the heart that prevails when the body can’t follow
And provides that last 8 seconds, that make you feel less hollow
 
And,,, when someday your heart and mind don’t yearn for the ride,
It’s time to reflect and possibly stand off to the side.
 
Life doesn’t end for there’s still plenty to do
There is always a new bull rider that wants to be you
 
They may need a hand, and inspiration or two
And a true bull rider’s heart is to return the gift given you.


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The Family Vacation

The first big family vacation, it was all so new
Mom found a dream ranch, a so-called “dude”

The kids were so young, a daughter not yet two
Our son only four, wanting to ride with the crew

Rafting, riding, and a real Mountain Man too,
This vacation was a hit - who knew?

As the years go by, we’ve made many friends 
But over time this special week transcends 

As families grow, things change
It can’t be helped, not really strange

Truth be told, our hearts aren’t ready
To agree on a change, on that we’re unsteady

Because memories are priceless, we’ll soon not forget
The ranch rodeos, Fat-Bat baseball games, and the brunch ride silhouette..

Of our annual family picture on a mountain out West, 
Every year showing our kid’s growth, we are very blessed
 
It’s not with sadness that I write about when this might end
For it will surely open up a new door or trend

For as long as your heart, your family, and your thoughts don’t scatter
Where you go on vacation really doesn’t matter
 
Beach, mountains, wherever, one really shouldn’t mind
As long as you’re together, the time spent can be sublime

Oh, there are gripes, moans, and argument; it’s part of the quest
But I wouldn’t miss it, for who would have guessed
  
That in time as with all things, it too will naturally end
As children grow up and add their family blend

But If our good fortune continues we’ll be part of what’s next
In the knowledge that our time together is a gift not a test


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Fishing With Grandpa

I feel it tugging
Hanging on - It must be huge!
Bluegill, smiles, grandpa

Haiku - For Sara Kendrick's "A Pleasant Childhood Memory" Contest


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A Glass Of Wine, A Thought, A Meaning

It’s amazing how a simple glass of wine,
Can unleash a hidden thought or meaning
You’d think as much as I’ve consumed in life, 
I would have a tome that’s gleaming 

Full of wise, sagacious oratory 
Of thoughts that help the mind
But maybe it’s all piffle, of the wrong kind

You see it’s a very simple thing, 
If you’re a writer from the heart
It doesn’t matter how or if you cloud it, 
It may someday become someone’s art

God has provided us one of many bounties, the grape
That sometimes helps unleash the sometimes hidden shape
Of some very blessed minds from the most blessed of us all
It may be a way to help reach our true selves, or sometimes break through a wall

So now that I’ve made this potentially absurd assertion
It’s time to prove the theory, with some not so perfect allocution
Of some wise, thoughtful insight into a single glass of wine 
For without passion and effort in the making 
It may not enable the divine

So maybe try a glass of the fermented grape 
When next you feel the block of the writer, 
And when others read your work thereafter, 
Things may turn out brighter.


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Please Let Me Love You Tonight

Been sittin’ here thinkin’ all day long
Wantin’ to-say somthin’ that didn’t sound wrong
You walk around the corner and your smile meets mine
My heart starts racin’ like it does every time

I knew this could be a special night
Wanted it to work out just right
So I practiced the words all day
Had ‘em all arranged so I could say

Please let me love you tonight
Will you be my wife?
I want to be with you tonight
And the rest of my life
Please let me love you tonight

Her tears comin’ down were a sight to see
Took my hand smiled and said to me
You know I love you a lot
I don’t even know how to stop

I took her in my arms held real tight
My tears runnin’ down were quite a sight
Now we’re both cryin’ unsure why
Guess we knew this was for life

Please let me love you tonight
Will you be my wife?
I want to be with you tonight
And the rest of my life
Please let me love you tonight

We walked that night in the rain
Not really carin’ what we were sayin’
We were married on a warm day in May
Flowers everywhere scented the day

I said my vows as I looked in her eyes
Seeing only love no compromise
I’ll always remember that fine day
Me tryin’ to find the right words to say


Please let me love you tonight
Will you be my wife?
I want to be with you tonight
And the rest of my life
Please let me love you tonight

Yeah baby please let me love you tonight
Please let me love you tonight
You know I will for the rest of my life…

Some have asked about how song turned out. Check for on itunes under my name Shawn Sackman. Thanks.


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If Momma Ain't Happy, Nobody's Happy

We made love, and then we fell in love
Not knowing what it really was…
Love’s just not a dream, a home, kids, pets and things..
But it allows us to see the beauty they bring

But there’s one thing that I’ve learned beyond a real doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you want to shout it out
That you don’t have a clue, and you're real unhappy cause…
If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy
If momma ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy

Your twenties and your single friends were running short
Maybe you had a wish to be free from the sport
Of choosing a mate that some call soul
Not leaving it to fate to take its toll, hey hey..

You’re a great companion, a lover, and a mom
But you’re hiding emotions that if don’t come unstrung
Will overshadow the good and the joy in your life
I pray you’ll find peace somewhere in all the strife

But there’s one thing that I learned beyond a real doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you need to shout
I don’t want to sound like I’m down or sappy, but…
If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy
If she ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy

The new you is looking for some validation
Not just merely for peer admiration
Something all yours, made on your own
I’m with you all the way, you always known..

I live with the fear I’m just along for the ride
I think you’re leaving me, tough thing to hide
I want you to know its breaking parts of me away
To see you so distant each and every day

But there’s one thing that I’ve learned beyond a real doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you need to shout it out
That you don’t have a clue, and you feel real scrappy cause…
If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy
I said if she ain’t happy, nobody’s happy

Everyone has days that some call blue
I’m here to listen with an ear that’s true
I still make you laugh, its important to say
You can make your own mark without drifting away

Our kids, dogs, and even our horses too
Are joyful souls because of me and you
I often picture what our twilight years’ll bring
Two old lovers laughing, not too serious a thing

There are some things we should never be without
Family, God’s love, we should shout it out
You always have my heart, I pray your dreams come true
You can count on me, you know I love you.. I do

But there’s one thing that I’ve learned beyond any doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you want to scream and shout
That you don’t have a clue, and you're real unhappy cause…
If momma ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy…
Momma please be happy, i pray you’ll be happy…
Momma please be happy, i pray you’ll be happy…


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I Don't Love You Anymore

It happened one day
I never saw it coming
Oh maybe I did but I hid behind a numbing

I was wondering why she’d stayed home that day
With her busy schedule she should have been away
She sat down beside me at the table
Smiled and said let’s talk if you’re able

When I heard her words, I broke down and cried
That way she looked at me, my whole world just died
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore…

I didn't think I'd ever feel the same again
Then a friend said don't look back, looking forward’s the way to mend
In two years you won't believe how your life will evolve
At the time I couldn’t see what that would involve

Cause when I heard her words, I just broke down and cried
That way she looked at me, my whole world just died
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore…

The advice held the truth that I couldn’t see
In the end I think both of us were really set free
It’s been three years now since I heard those words
My life is on track and no longer blurred

Because with time all things change
With positive thoughts you can really exchange
I'm back in a place where I thank God every day
For he's blessed me I know in so many ways

When I heard those words, I broke down and cried
That way she looked at me, my whole world just died
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore…

Well… you know, I still love you and more..
But I love my new life that you gave me that day
And I’ll always remember what together we made
What together we made…

Some have asked about how song turned out. Check for on itunes under my name Shawn Sackman. Thanks.


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Miss You Like Crazy

I’m on a beach on Maui, beautiful surf and sand
Gorgeous bodies right in front of the Grand

A couple over there, perfect tens the pair
Loving life out in the sun and air

Quick glances and some stares
I remember that look when you were near

I miss you like crazy… you loved the beach so…
You’re in a better place now.. eyes closed I know…

The young family next to me, so happy it shows
That used to be us, seems long ago

Our kids are older now, they’re still such a blast
I’m so lucky to have them, not living in the past

The nest will soon be empty, many good times had
Not easily forgotten, never sad

I miss you like crazy… you loved the beach so…
You’re in a better place now.. eyes closed I know…

I’m sure lonely on a crowded beach 
My next step is still out of reach

When you were here the world was mine
With you gone I have trouble ‘being fine’

I visit the tree with the view that we found
I talk to you there cause i know your around

I miss you like crazy… you loved the beach so…
You’re in a better place now.. eyes closed I know…

I’ll move on they say, it just takes time
I know you’re telling me to, but it’s tough to unwind

My love for baby, it will never be the same
I guess that’s why time has to heal all things

I miss you like crazy baby… you loved the beach so
You’re in a better place now.. eyes closed I know…

Miss you like crazy, baby… I’ll be with you some day…
This I know….


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Letter To A War Widow

With warmest regards and the saddest lament
I write this small note with the best of intent

The newspaper’s account of your husband’s death
Made me feel as if I was short of breath

As the son of a Veteran who twice went to war
I’ve often wondered, what my life would have had in store

If my father had not returned home one day
And I had to share my grief on public display

I was not born the first time he went away
And was just ten when he left again, somehow feeling betrayed

I didn’t quite understand why he had to leave
It took a while to learn not to grieve

I read that you have two little boys, just six and eight
I can’t imagine what you say to make their restless dreams abate

My mind used to play out my greatest fear
Misplacing his last tape recording, saying his coming home date was near

On return tapes to him, I played guitar and talked too
Trying to make him feel like he was home, even if untrue

I write this note to help me remember
That even though my father returned in December

Many that go off to war, do not
And sons, daughters, spouses and families are caught

In a process of grieving that abates only with time
It takes as long as it does, there is no magical chime  

To help you and your sons with your journey that I feared most
Enclosed is a contribution to their foundation host

Not at all a fair trade, just to help provide for their well being 
I know you remind them that their father’s love is all seeing


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Life Without Dogs

What is it about dogs that make us love them so
I suspect a life without them is not the full show

Dogs are there for us, whenever we need
Without judgment, or intent to mislead

Their lives seem so simple, no stress, or strident demands
Eating, sleeping, playing, waiting simply to obey our commands

Even when times seem most intense
Just watching a dog sleep can help make some sense

Of things that are important, and those that are not
When dogs are up and alerted, that’s when one should possibly be fraught

What do you think gives them their sometimes fitful dreams?
I’ve often wondered, what is a dog extreme?

Maybe they worry for us, and that’s what frightens them so
Or it may just be a chase that was prematurely let go

Their lives can provide perspective on what really matters
Unconditional friendship and love that doesn’t leave one in tatters 

If you’re looking for solace, some piece of mind
Look no further than a dog, a companion so inclined

Max, Woody, Huck, Bodie, Boomer and Jake
All wonderful companions through life and some heartache

I wouldn’t change a thing, grateful they were part of our being
Their memory sustains us when we’re having trouble seeing

So I suggest, a life without dogs is less than it should be
Maybe think about a faithful companion, and see what it could be


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