Havre ‘Neath the Streets

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”

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”