Line Camp Christmas

The cattle have all been fed,   And Bowser’s lyin’ in his bed. The fire crackles in the stove,   The hackamore is finally wove. He doesn’t have a Christmas pine,   A tumbleweed will do just fine. Tinsel from store-bought smokes,   Good enough for most cowpokes. Ornaments from cactus fruit,    Strung upContinue reading “Line Camp Christmas”