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She Was My Friend

Growing up on the farm as a small boy I remember my mama’s horse was my toy My mama always said she was part of our family And she loved that ole mare almost as much as she loved me. As I grew older I started to see That ole mare was getting older than …

Photo courtesy Designpics Inc./Michael Interisano.

Morning Prelude

through sunrise haze I watch twenty-two blue herons land at the edge of the stubble, stand motionless as if not knowing what to do when away from water and sky aspen leaves dance to a background breeze while frogs strum their chords in a nearby slough in soft diminuendos the herons lift from the field …

Cowboy Poetry - Dec/Jan 2012

Christmas in Alberta

Sure is pretty here tonight; excitement in the air, Busy shoppers hustle home through Central Park. The tree must be ten stories tall in Rockefeller Square A million lights are sparkling in the dark. It’s a fast-paced life I’m living–it’s first class all the way! Fancy office, fancy parties, fancy things. “I’m shooting for the …

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Hanging Valley

We pushed our ponies ‘long the ridge What with the river running deep Current too strong to get across An’ us out scouting sheep We were way up on a hogback Where no trail ever went Getting up near timberline The horses might near spent We cursed the rocks that barred our way And packs …