The glass block sidewalk gives off a glow, to light up the secrets hidden below. Wet your whistle at the Eagle Saloon, as the piano plays a Scott Joplin tune. Way in the back the poker game’s on, they’ll still be there well after dawn. The cowboys and Indians are a helluva sight,Continue reading “Havre ‘Neath the Streets”
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Bottom Land
Rusty corn planter, The plow horse, Long gone. A home, Hewn from cottonwoods. No lights, no water. Much love. Empty now, It’s stories untold. Of laughing children, Chasing bugs, Log cabin, Two rooms, Melting into the prairie. The Wilson Ranch, Lush grass, Horses and Herefords, Branded, Rocking XA. A lazy river, After the flood. TheContinue reading “Bottom Land”
Re-ride
“You entered the bull riding?” Mom exploded. “What the hell are you thinking of? You’re a bronc rider and a damned good one, Why the hell do you want to get yourself killed?” The questions were good ones. Dad was still a pretty good bronc rider. I had never even seen him ride aContinue reading “Re-ride”
The Lass in the Glass
I loaded my troubles in a Sixty-Three Ford, If truth could be told, I think I was bored. At thirty below, there ain’t much to do, ‘cept git in a fight with a Great Northern crew. The cowboys and hookers and Chippewa-Cree, Won’t hang around with someone like me. Drove toward Chinook, but I couldn’tContinue reading “The Lass in the Glass”
Leavin’ Outa’ Town
Leavin’ outa’ town, don’t know where I’m bound, ain’t no sense to frown, it’s been good to be around. Don’t call me on the phone, I just need to be alone, my cover has been blown, ain’t the first time that I’ve flown. Don’t go gittin’ down, don’t you make a frown, Continue reading “Leavin’ Outa’ Town”
Montana’s North Plains
Montana’s North Plains – Nicholas C. Winter © 2003 In the Milk River Valley, Montana’s North Plains Not far from the border there lie the remains, Of log walls and sod roof my mother called home Where antelope played and buffalo roamed. In 1911 my grandparents came. They brought all they had and they settledContinue reading “Montana’s North Plains”
Alberta Clipper
An Alberta Clipper is rollin’ on in blizzard conditions before it will end. I’m in a dither, and I’m gonna’ shiver if I don’t go thither, maybe I’ll wither. Johnnie Café, where the coffee is hot, a Quarter a cup, fresh from the pot. A Wolverine parka hangs on a rack, I could take itContinue reading “Alberta Clipper”
River Trip
Took a trip back in Ninety-Three, just some old buddies and me. From Coal Banks Landin’, to where I’m standin’. Stoped in at the Virgelle Store, sittin’ by the river shore. Try the Maple-Nut ice cream, just before you hit the stream. Steady our canoe at the river launch, as it wobbles, I ‘m notContinue reading “River Trip”
Hi-Line Highway
Hi-Line Highway It ain’t the Mother Road, but Highway Two will do. you’ll hit the Mother Lode, when y’er passin’ through. Windin’ from the prairie, up to the Great Divide, rollin’ through the country, Montana high and wide. Watches set at State Line, good old Mountain Time, the slot machines are fine, you can spendContinue reading “Hi-Line Highway”
Métis
I never knew if she was Chippewa or Cree. Perhaps it was her French side a people called Métis. Somewhere near Red River, her forbearers did reside, They traded and they hunted and did it all with pride. The Company brought their fathers into the fur country, Their mothers were the tribal gals, the kidsContinue reading “Métis”
Outlaws, Outrages and Outright Lies 