Another Day in the Saddle

Dashing across Chilcotin plains, Clasping firmly onto the reins. Feeling the wind of hot summer air, Caressing his face and blowing his hair. Hearing the sound of thundering hooves, Of herded cattle on the move. Feeling the rhythm of his mare, Galloping on without a care. It was midday and the sun was high, Up …

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Diamond Joe

There is a man you hear about, most every place you go His holdings are in Texas, and his name is Diamond Joe He carries all his money, in a diamond studded jaw And he’s never been much bothered by the process of the law I hired on to Diamond Joe boys, I did offer …

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A Bright Eyed Filly

A bright eyed filly with a lean grey mare, Sway backed pot gutted and old. That had weathered years of mosquitoes And pawed snow in the winter cold, Followed a path down a deep ravine That led to the Little Red, The bright eyed filly trailing close, The wise old mare ahead. The old mare …

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Spring Thaw

I noticed just this morning There’s a difference in the air. Can’t quite put my finger on it But I know that it is there. Wind is blowing, brisk, as usual, Weatherman’s predicting snow, Yet I sense a subtle changing, Soft, unspoken, and I know Snowbanks soon will be retreating Bare spots spreading in between, …