Fixing to rise
Giddy-up now, friend, don't delay
Fixin' to ride
Where the silver morning sun plays
On the range, I keep the wild ways
Let's go forth together today
Fixin' to ride
Fixing to rise
Giddy-up, my friend, don't delay
Fixin' to ride
Where golden morning sunlight plays
Across the range, we'll ride freely
Let's chase the open sky today
Fixin' to ride
Fixing to thrive
Giddy-up, Cowboy, don't you delay
Fixin' to ride
Where the desert moonlight can play
With sunset and hearts runnin' free
We'll leave some tracks behind today
Fixin' to ride
Fixin' to brighten the sky!
It is a teamwork type of thing-
Ringing the bell so well
The next mashup of a maxed out bashing of an over flowing cup of mountain water upstream-
Kings the next castling on the other side of the ring
Ding-ding
Back for more “bling, bling!”
Onion rings on the side, pretty please!
Watch how my truck sings as it revs up after a mental rental goes caching ching
Just saying...
Lying, laying, slaying & spraying-
Weighed in like Jayda- WILL SMITH I "lit" my cig-
was fuzzy wuzzy big?
Failed Trigonometry
Sold Origami
My salami
Is like " Salam Aleiki"
Hate me please
It could be a breeze
I am NOT on my knees
Please
Jeez!
Go TX!
My trekking on abode of snow mountain range
Lush green and brook's dulcet in proximity
Tattered poncho due to sudden weather change
Went on lauding nature's magnanimity
Here is another true story, that I’m willing to tell,
a child who went through living hell.
My stepdad hated me, I didn’t know why,
he was always doing things, to cause me to die.
When I was only 8, that thanksgiving, dropped my car, bent over to retrieve,
a bullet through the wall, can you believe.
A 30-30, at about ten feet away,
I came close to death that day.
Through the dresser, through that wall, to the outside,
in this story I have not lied.
It would have hit me in the head,
and I wouldn’t be writing, cause I’d be dead.
Thank God for His ways, of protecting you and me,
no matter how old or young, we get to be.
Oh Range Sheep drift in orange haze
Oh Range Sheep stumble through the maze
Oh Range Sheep clap while reason bleeds
Oh Range Sheep batter fractured creeds
Oh Range Man hisses a serpent’s dance
Oh Range Sheep swallow illusion’s trance
Oh Range Sheep crown the fire-haired ghost
Oh Range Sheep howl at wisdom’s roast
Oh Range Sheep repost the storm’s command
Oh Range Sheep march where logic is banned
Oh Range Sheep misread fear as spite
Oh Range Sheep mistake the dark for light
Oh Range Sheep stomp where echoes pray
Oh Range Sheep scrape the truth away
Oh Range Sheep roar as reason dissolves
Oh Range Sheep cheer as the lie revolves
Oh Range Sheep tend to stay in their lanes
Oh Range Sheep chant while the world wanes
Oh Range Sheep cling to the plague of flame
Oh Range Sheep flee the mirror’s blame
Oh Range Sheep vote for shadows’ feast
Oh Range Sheep watch reasoning cease
Oh Range Man pontificates
Oh Range Sheep stagnates
Oh Range Man grins with sin
Oh Range Sheep never win
Amy the tier-one junkyard cat upends
When her ‘I don’t care’ cattitude offends
She stalks, strikes, then eats
Has no time for treats
Mice used to be fast food but now are friends
Sputnik the panther jungle cat has fun
Laughing as all the humans try to run
Some run as fast they can
Some stop to make a stand
Either way their denouement has begun
Bang
target clay pigeon
hog steer squirrel rabbit pheasant
deer elk buffalo bear
soldier
boy
...
Mirror
(Bang)
^^^^^^^^
mountain range
separated us.....
raw anger
Global warming steams at full speed -
Bikini line seems to recede,
The trendy touch speaks
Volumes of bare cheeks -
The climate gets hotter indeed!
deer munch on branches
chickens run wild through yard
husband streaks through house
Letting up
provides
the tightest
grip
Creating
space for
credence
to stick
Room
to wander
room
to grow
Space
when sacred
truth
— to know
(Deamsleep: January, 2024)
moving mystic view
mountain range accompanying
plains praises God high
Oh, my Red-Crested Cardinal Range
You have made me want to change.
To love the shrubs, grass and trees
To love the foxes and the bees.
The sky is blue, the clouds are fast
Oh, how I wish this moment would last.
The tides are running early and late.
I think that this should be fate.
How does the water look like glass?
how are the days fast when they pass?
how do the owls stay up all night?
If I were like you, I know I'd feel right.
Oh, my Red-Crested Cardinal Range
Thank you for helping me change.
That sandy blond hair, those sky blue eyes.
That smile that made everyone woman sigh.
You captured the essence of that era with such style and grace,
So perfect in that role no one will ever be able to take your place.
All those years every week you came into our homes,
You gave us joy , and sometimes tears but it felt you belonged.
Though you're gone from us now but where ever your spirit may roam,
You'll always head back to Shiloh for it's where you felt at home.
You live in reruns and in our memories,
We thank you for giving us so many of these.
Though you did so many other parts,
This is the role that will always stand out in our hearts.
I can close my eyes and still see you riding the range,
And that's how I'll always see you and that will never change.
With a smile and a wave you're off again.
Across the Shiloh range Trampas rides again.
Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range
Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing
red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank
much better the dead horse than me he thought
as he looked up at hot sun glaring.
Dreaming now, his beautiful gal holding tight
aching head laid in her luxurious lap
mused what sorry cowboy sight this is
an old cowboy sho gonna die tonight.
Then waking again, he was fine alright
that June morn was sure so fine to behold
again that pretty gal rushed to him
saying, dear cowboy ain't you such good sight.
Sleep, a gentler sleep all he would need.
Asleep he fell and then to death he bleeds.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
April 2nd, 1971
Note- This has been written after my watching
the cowboy save the pretty girl, but then he died
from fighting of Apache braves for two days.
His guns empty, his heart and dreams took over
to ease him beyond the deep purple veil.
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