It’s not the ride,

Nor  miles of desert,

That we travel to survive,

It’s my companions walking by my side,

And that Jackalope that darts from behind a cacti,

Aim of a rifle by my side,

Becomes a meal for my partner dog and I,

With heavens stars across night sky,  

The blanket of comfort we have tonight,

Planning the next days’ course,

Miles to travel across this divide,

For comfort when we reach that tide,

Of aspens there up in the tree line,

A cabin by a stream, we will survive,

This is the traverse we carry as we ride,

Up to the aspens there so high.   ©

MY EYES HAVE SEEN WYOMING ©

 My eyes have seen Wyoming,
And the hills that run thru it,
Buffalo the bison, Buffalo the town,
Cody stood so abound, bison hang around,
Hills out on the range, with Antelope to graze,
Antlers as radar antenna, scanning the heavens,
Sunlight refracts from an eye, a rainbow shoots,
High above Wyoming sky,  and then,
Devils Tower, high above the wild grass plain,
Stands guard over this a vast range,
Amber is the grains, that wave,
Eyes must catch it while the Eagle flies,
High aloft, with the hills around,
I have traveled this land,
Across Wyoming’s high country sky.©

COWBOYS NEVER DIE

 

 

Cowboys never die,
For they gather,
At the end of January every year,
There they do go to ELKO,
Snowbound travelers',
Walking frozen Idaho street,
All together in song
Singing in coyote harmony,
To Riders in the Sky,
With dreams of being,
Celloid Cowboy Stars,
Up on the big screen,
And not, pulling calves,
On a Sunday eve,
Nor fixing some gate,
That a bull charged thru,
Nor blowing a tire on a dirt road,
Forty miles from town,
With supplies for the next month,
Oh, Riders, Sing to us this night,
We will be in our lament,
Cowboys up on the screen,
Where all are the star,
Shooting across Nevada's Sky,
As if it was the Fourth of July...©