The One Who Checks the Pens

When it comes to feedin’ calves There’s a lot of things one needs Like sheltered corrals and drainage, Clean water and good feed. And in spite of k.d. lang, Much to cattlemen’s relief, Most of the population’s Still into eatin’ beef. But with truckin’ and the banker, Feed and vet bills to be paid And …

A Runaway Christmas

I was feeding my horses On a Christmas Eve night When I saw in the distance A dim glowing red light This pale light kept coming ’Til I saw the cause A sick looking reindeer And old Santa Claus He looked so dejected Gone was his Ho! Ho! Ho! If he asked for a favour …

The Night Rider

Worn from riding through dark hours Circling the herd, Daring not to light a match Or speak a sudden word The night rider gazes ‘cross the range Seeking dawn’s first light, And listens to the bunchgrass sway While toiling through the night He pulls his Stetson hat down low Against the cold spring rain, And …

The Long Haul

They came to buy claims, And I brought my herd. We flocked to the West With our fortunes assured. Gold had been found Lining rivers and streams, And thoughts of great wealth Flowed into our dreams. The miners were thorough And left nothing to spare. In a matter of years, All the rivers were bare. …