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Countin’

We often get caught up In the countin’ that we do We count cows, an’ bales, an’ acres Bills – too many, bucks – too few Should more often count our blessin’s Calves that lived an’ hay that grew Memories shared, good times together Friends an’ neighbours, tried an’ true. Countin’ was excerpted from Phyllis …

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T.Y.S.O.N.

Across the Queensland border line The mobs of cattle go; They travel down in sun and shine On dusty stage, and slow. The drovers, riding slowly on To let the cattle spread, Will say: “Here’s one old landmark gone, For old man Tyson’s dead.” What tales there’ll be in every camp By men that Tyson …

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Riding the Wind

I am going to ride the wind When it’s blowing hard and strong. I’ll jump on its back And we’ll follow a track Where clouds go loping along. I am going to ride the wind When it chases behind the rain, And whenever it snows I’ll be saddled to go, I’ll mount up and grab …

Santy’s Red & White Rope

All the boy could do is stare at the rope hanging there Off the cowboy’s saddle horn Stripes of red and white, with the coils all dun up tight Seemed to glow in the winter morn The curious boy said, “Where’d you get a lasso with red It’s a real beauty, Mr. Cowpoke” “I received …