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Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That somehow they are beyond the stuff,
to good for the wild, and the rough,
following some unwritten ‘elite’ law,
suppressing the urge to shout ‘yee-haw!’
But I think when it all is said and done,
cowboys are truly made of awesome…
Riding swift across the wide-open plains,
coat flapping behind like your horse’s mane,
maneuvering a large and panicked herd,
turning a stampede with iron nerves,
rough-hewn men cooking by the firelight,
coyote chorus yips through the night,
knowing that for all the wind and grit,
it sure beats sitting in an office.
A battered hat worth more than any pearl,
grabs the attention of the cowgirls,
boots that announce you in any room,
be you a mere hand, or fancy bride-groom.
Leather vests that dress up any shirt,
and somehow can even make fringe"work,
a bandana or a wild rag,
with a thousand uses, not a mere fad.
The tell-tale jangle comes from your spurs,
vast coat made out of buffalo fur.
Square-dance, line-dance, twirl a girl around,
to fiddle and steel guitar’s sound,
campfire songs to entertain the kids,
harmonicas to sing the blues with,
teaching the folks to throw a lasso,
then breaking out tricks with swirling rope.
Living life by a strong honor code,
one that good people would do well to know.
Wyatt Earp and his famous revenge ride,
Masterson cut Dodge City down to size,
Doc Holliday gambling with a death wish,
Billy the Kid, criminal, yet tragic,
Wild Bill holding those aces & eights,
and old Kit Carson, out blazing the way,
Buffalo Bill brought the people a dream,
and who can forget, the legend Bass Reeves?
A six-gun at ready, holster right side,
the lines of a Winchester, ever sublime.
Ranches that sprawl on mountain and prairie,
riding the trails where man can breath free,
rampaging rodeo, those guns are fun,
and damn can those barrel-racers run!
Living out of doors, by both skill and luck,
be it on a horse or a pick-up truck,
It’s clear that when all is said and done,
that cowboys are truly made of awesome.
small gifts -
contributing to other's happiness?
# show me a man or woman of simple mind
people who we commonly term as slow #
point out ====>
people
of simple means
To all wo crave turkey...good appetite and good health!
Utilize your skills in creating charm in a bright dining room.
Round up the best ideas for success, ask if you need help.
Kidding yourself is absurd, get all the help from friends.
Enamor yourself with dinnerware and silverware that match.
Yearn for an athmosphere so warm, cheerful and elegant.
Allow kindness when dealing with kids who spill apple cider.
Nobody should be privileged to say Grace but the host.
Dance afterward with everyone in the decorated living room.
Papa can smoke his cigar, if it doesn't bother the guests.
Unity should be stronger on this day when all thank the Lord.
Major issues about noises, caused by children, should be ignored.
Pretend that Thanksgiving Day is the last one they'll ever see.
Keyboard should play Hymns of thanks, not songs they all like.
Inside the fireplace, the red log crackles reminiscing Thansgivings past.
Nag not when the dog chases the cat under the table...laugh!
Parents should be soft, not harsh...let Thansksgiving be a fun day!
Inside the fireplace the log crackles...reminishing of Thanksgivings past.
Endure the screams and the fights a little longer...no child is an angel.
Say the final prayer of gratitude as everyone bows their heads.
II.
They had a small ranch wedding,
a few friends saw him kiss his wife,
then settled into the daily routines
of a comfortable, working-ranch life.
Sepidah stopped with the waitressing,
taking up the office inside their home,
she helped to manage to business side,
while over the pastures Carter roamed.
And like every new married couple
they had their trials and their tests,
but when he watcher her sleep at night
Carter knew that he had picked the best.
A year passed by and Carter came
riding in from the round-up one day,
when he saw his beloved on the phone,
her face had gone ashen gray.
When she hung up, he turned to her,
Said,”What was that all about?”
“It was my sister, calling me in secret,
it’s my father…they’ve let him out.
“And worse still, it seems his lawyer
has brought about my greatest fear.
The bastard managed to track me down,
my father knows that I’m living here…”
Carter nodded and without a word
went into town to see Sherrif Boyce.
He explained to him the situation in full,
saying,”Violence is not our first choice.”
Boyce, he nodded, deep in thought,
then looked over to Deputy Steve,
when he looked back he shook his head,
saying,”What do you expect from me?
“This man, he served all of his time,
and was released without parole.
If I were to give you a guard right now,
I’d be a bigoted Islamophobe.”
Carter then blinked, completely stunned,
asking,”Are you friggin’ kidding me?
This man once tried to murder her,
and it’s known fact his views are extreme!”
But Boyce just shook his head and said:
“I won’t have us sued for discrimination.
If your wife is worried, get a court order,
that is my official recommendation.”
Carter snarled at the spineless worm,
his anger growing, hard to restrain,
he said,”You wouldn’t even be in that desk,
were it not for your father’s good name!
“He memory you dishonor,
That badge you do dishonor!”
CONTINUES IN PART III.
I'm on starry trails ridin' West!
I'm on starry trails ridin' West!
Starry trails and totems,
Wondrous journey!
I'm a ridin' toward the golden west.
The desert hides prickly cacti so playful.
I'm carrying a tent to get my rest.
For this rugged life, I'm always grateful!
In my dreamy mind, I'm always riding.
The reddish sunrise bathes me and brightens.
The various birds I see flying.
Animals below, from them are hiding!
I once helped round up some joyous cattle.
Afterwards, my friends all poured fine whiskey.
At dusk, I sought a bright starry saddle.
So soft, with bright colors, it suited me.
I tried to be in Vegas by sundown.
Before moonlight wrapped silence around!
I'm on starry trails ridin' West!
I'm on starry trails ridin' West!
Starry trails and totems,
Wondrous journey!
I'm ridin' toward the western sky.
The desert hides bright cacti full of cheer.
I'm carrying a tent where I will lie.
For rugged wandering life, I'm grateful here.
Across the west, I'm always riding.
The golden sunrise fills my heart with light.
Above, I see many birds flying.
Below, small animals stay out of sight.
Starry Trails and Totems!
In Las Vegas there is much to do.
I love to eat breakfast in restaurants.
Then I watch clouds flow across the sky blue.
Bright ground sings like growing cacti plants.
The horse, my chosen western animal.
He carries me freely across the desert.
What I can see nearby is minimal.
All of nature evokes a dream concert!
Rugged cow-folk like us must gamble!
Our own lives for merry, bright adventures!
Proud to be a pack of roaming ramblers!
Cosmos pushes us to grander ventures.
As long as I'm rollin' along, I'll make a song!
And drive the stubborn cow herd along!
The cosmic cowgirl's on starry trails,
Ridin' tall, far, and west!ward!
She's on starry trails ridin' West!
We're all on starry trails ridin' West!
Starry trails and totems,
Wondrous journey! Woundrous life!
Since it’s the beginning of a rather bleak week,
I’ve decided to play games like hide and go seek.
First I have to round up some willing boys and girls,
They are around the corner , some are wearing curls.
We all have to be careful when choosing our sides,
We need glad ones, and nice ones, and some with tough hides.
We need screamers, and yellers, and gigglers too.
It’s keen fun playing games with pals that can “woo hoo.”
I like jumpers, and thumpers, and clappers galore.
To get this game started, I’d best go out the door.
I’m pedaling up the street, an inviting bike ride.
My friends cannot find me if I hole up inside.
I was sittin' on the porch the other day a-starin' into space,
Peerin' back thro' the mists of time when life was a slower pace.
I was amazed recollectin' how my friends and I survived.
Kids are so indulged today - we were certainly so deprived!
Our Moms fed us breakfast, then said, "Now get outside and play!"
We created our own simple amusements to while the day away.
You'd round up your neighborhood pals for a lively game of ball.
And we didn't need meddlin' folks to settle an occasional brawl!
We drank water from the "crick" or if handy a garden hose.
Went barefoot all summer long and wore patches on our clothes.
Despite the warnin's that we'd get warts, we played with slimy toads,
And raced our bikes, sans helmets, up and down the gravel roads!
The only thing we smoked was harmless corn silk behind the barn,
And gagged on Lifeboy soap if you cussed beyond a "darn!"
We climbed trees and cracked our skulls fallin' off our stilts,
And read "racy" magazines with flashlights beneath our mother's quilts!
Today, kids need the latest gadgets to keep up with their peers;
Blackberries, I-pods and cell phones protrudin' from their ears,
And high definition TVs and computers complete with CD-drive!
It really makes one wonder how us "kids" managed to survive!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Two weeks we'd been droving; and the end was now in sight
In the distance was Dodge City, we'd be there before night
I was on the trail with other cowboys from the Double Circle Ranch
And we were looking forward to the saloon, the notorious Long Branch.
We reached the railhead with the longhorns , just before sundown
Me and the other cowboys were itching, ready to hit town
The buyers were there waiting, hands were shook the deal done.
We were aware there would be lowlifes, so we all packed a gun.
First a shave then a hot bath to wash off the layers of dust
Then buy some new clothes and long johns, the latter a must
We then headed for the saloon and were ready for some rye
After two weeks on the trail our throats were kinda dry.
We walked through the bat wing doors, there were the usual stares
The good time girls were beckoning us, to follow them upstairs
We all asked for some whisky and some ordered hot foods
Then the young bucks went upstairs; to satisfy their lustful moods.
Old Jethro our foreman, the next day rode into town
And spent the best part of two hours tracking us all down
Bleary eyed and throbbing heads, no spoken words were said
And thoughts of that long ride home filled us with dread.
At the stables in a side street our horses were stood ready
We paid the stable boy and mounted, we all felt quite unsteady
We'd ride for nigh on two weeks crossing the great Texas plain
Get home round up more Longhorns and do it all again.
Written 20th January 2021 .
Sweet the bounty imbuing the meadow
With ripened fruits, herbage, and oats,
And children raise their baskets under lush trees
To pick pluck nectar of mid-autumn’s regale...
While older folks round up for a grateful song
Delighting in tokens from the horn of plenty,
Where scent of crops brews on lit abodes
Until breaths deepen warmly upon fertile yield,
Relishing the heap from nature's soil.
~
Then reeling unto sunset's fest
Dusk imparts joyful revelry
As landscape blooms , a starlit crest
While Harvest moon enlivens earth.
~
In this rich season …
voices whisper, “ Oh praise be,
dear blessed heaven!”
For Kim Rodrigues' Cornucopia Contest
11/18/2017
Form:
Imagine! Is this fantasy or reality?
I brought a gang and stole everything from your house.
I mean all you ever worked for or owned.
After that, my gang goes on TV and lies about your good name.
Real.. vicious lies. No basis is reality.
Following that, I round up TV channels and plan to get you
permanently removed from your house.!
To be dragged out by if necessary is my goal.
To put to shame, the person whom I stole from.
Oh, but not only that. I want to be sure Americans will never
allow you to live in another house.
Hopefully, I plan to jail you permanently. Yes!Me!
The one who stole from you and destroyed you.
And I muck about in my saintly mask, destroying you
every minute of the day!
Aren't I Special? Hey, hey!
~~~~BIGGEST HEIST OF THE CENTURY~~~~
I deserve all I stole.
@Aware-niks here know what I mean.
@ The rest? No comment
1/12/2021
6pm PST