Horse Loggin’, Okanagan

By Bud McKague (1935-2002) In the winter Okanagan In the old days of horse loggin’, When the skid teams come a ‘foggin’, I can hear their tug chains still. And the faller, was a bawler, And you should of heard him holler, “Timber!” down the mountain; You could hear it at the mill. And the …

Grandma

By Corbett Faulkner   You have always been the best, right from the start. From your crab-apple juice to your sweet butter tarts. I have always wondered but never understood. How you can take most anything and make it taste so good. Anyone would like your cookies and shortbread, The strange thing is I even …

Some Women Get Roses

By Elizabeth Ebert Some women get roses!  Velvet of petal and long of stem,  Placed in a box like a precious gem.  Brought by a man from the florist’s place,  Beautifully right for a crystal vase.  I get crocuses!  Only a little bunch, of course,  Picked by a man on a saddle horse.  Slightly wilted …

If God Had Chosen Cowboys

By Steve Lucas   If God had chosen cowboys, instead of those fellers herdin’ sheepTo welcome the Baby Jesus while the world was fast asleepWould the Christmas story and the carols that we singBe a little different; maybe have a different ring? When the cowboys got the message from them angels heard on highThey’d have …