Long Saddlebags Poems

‘Twere me an’ Ol’ Dan, on a cold winter night - whilst ridin’ the streets o’ McGiven  
Who noticed a couple o’ fellas ride off from the house where the preacher was livin’!

Far as...

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Summer that year was beasty hot and dry. The sidewalks sizzled and roasted my bare feet, and the heat permeated the already parched ground leaving huge cracks and crevices. The grassy lawns—yellow and burnt—smelled like...

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Twilight's Reflection's
A Tribute To" Mr. G"
By: Tom Wright
5/29/99

In life's twilight, your youth, having long been spent.
I've observed you pass the hours, reading western novels,
visiting with friends who drop in or phone,
and reflecting to those times...

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Walking up a sandy draw-
Out in the desert land...
An oddity is what I saw,
Have buried in the sand.

“Saddlebags!” is what I thought,
“Dried up, and nearly gone.”
I wondered how they came to be,
Here in the sage...

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(Family heirloom, Persian Gharajeh rug)

Coping Skills

The world is certainly not as it should be.
Maybe it’s always been that way,
But now we know 24/7.

So we each and all cope as best we can.
For some this can...

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I am not a cowboy, though I wear a cowboy hat
and the boots I wear have pointed toes and heels that ain’t near flat.
I want to be a cowboy, but I’m stopped by one condition
I...

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Age gracefully…that’s what I’ll do
Going to ignore the lines, how about you?
Inner beauty is what really counts
I happen to love my drooping mounts

Absolutely no Botox or fillers for me
Another varicose vein, Yipee
I’ll learn to love...

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Grew up a country bumpkin,
known the freedom that entails,
worked hard to make a livin',
walked down some dusty trails.

Ma an' Pa was hard on me,
said it was for my good,
but I lit out real early
just to...

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You own the spotlight at every premier.
The paparazzi hone the tip of your spear.
You scoff at rumors you were ever the one,
But what have you done?

Your limo whisks you away from the curb.
You've always got...

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I'm as free as the wind as I sway in the saddle!
I love life!  There's no clutter, nothing to addle!
I give my faithful horse Wild Lightning free rein,
As we meander across God's magnificent terrain!

My...

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A Visit From Some Old Friends
(Thanking Carl and Phyllis)
By Franklin Price
10/02/2015

A visit from some old friends
Turns back the hands of time
Back to the days of riding
And maybe misdemeanor crime

Met them in the HOG club
The Harley...

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Their bridled haunt, each day may be their last; yeehaw.*
The narrow way, down mountainside, and clop of shoes.
The saddlebags dip left and right in gait and gnaw.
The spirit wind and pouring rain their hoofs refuse.

Begs...

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Round up the posse,
get ‘em vetted Oval Office ganksterized
Appoint the piggy snouts,
then send ‘em out
with metal sidearm power
Ancient oppression done got modernized,
old Egypt Memphis is new Phoenix on the rise
OK the corruption,
legalize the blind Corral...

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Braced for War

The atmosphere is rigidly braced.
The boots of warriors are tightly laced.
Water horns are filled to the brim.
Staples in saddlebags bulge their rims.

Armies flank the four winds in preparation
Lightening in their eyes they fight...

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Eel River Tragedy

I’ve gold dollars for my darlin and a Stetson for my son, 
and in my old broke saddlebags, I keep my Schofield gun,
when home I’ll make some coffee and tell a tale I’ve...

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painted desert lay before them
hills with rings of gold and amber clay
few plants, scarce water
just a coyote or roadrunner

on horseback they rode
dreaming of hidden gold
saddlebags filled with mining tools
but not one nugget of treasure

badlands had...

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I’ll be just about ready when it’s just about time
To do whatever needs to be done. 
With my Winchester loaded and my bay freshly shod, 
I’m riding off to seek the setting sun.

Since it’s just...

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Pony Express Christmas Card Ride

You asked about our Christmas here.
Do reindeer pull the sleigh 
to carry loads of gifts and cheer?

Hoofed beasts we have, they eat fine hay
and in the rain or snow and cold
deliver...

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Walk outside
open your eyes
leave yourself behind
and take in what your mother is giving you freely -

have a look at that flower
notice the symmetry of it all
a perfect mandala
a reflection of your mother's divine nature and...

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Crest
Pinnacle
Wings displaying full splendor
Sigh of relief
The weight removed
Lasoe
Net the mare
The veil removed
Relization, comprehension
Harnesed on, like saddlebags
Crack of the whip
The plummet of wingless flight
The rugged thump and tumble
The drizzle of rain
The harsh pity of defeat
Racking sobs,...

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