If I could ride the High Lonesome Trail, I’d choose the right path and I’d never fail. Wending my way through washes and rocks, And not give a care for cell phones or clocks. I’d gaze at the mountains in wonderous awe, The prettiest picture that I ever saw. Fed by the rain and warmedContinue reading “Ride the High Lonesome”
Tag Archives: Poem
Retina
Cloudy lens, myopic eye, Give the Doc just one try, Doctor A will fix me good, I will see like I should. Easy op with little pain, My world becomes clear and plain. I threw my glasses in the trash, Had better uses for my cash. The curtain came from the side, My vision wasContinue reading “Retina”
Tomorrow at Breakfast
Tomorrow at breakfast we’ll gather around, With tales and opinions we will expound. A quartet of old men who’ve seen better days, way too damn old to be mendin’ their ways. Tomorrow at breakfast there’s one empty chair, It’s been a few days since Bill has been there, Some of his dealin’s were not torContinue reading “Tomorrow at Breakfast”
Balcom
Some men are forged from iron, others hammered steel, Some men ride the easy path, others by fire anneal. And God has granted each of us two of everything, Two eyes, two ears, two arms, so each can do his thing. For those who are not perfect, he helps to make them whole, So eachContinue reading “Balcom”
Bull Connor’s Dog
As a pup, I licked your face, Because I loved the human race. I could have learned most any trick, Instead, you beat me with a stick. I wanted to be always sweet, But when I was mean I got a treat. I could have fetched a rubber ball, But I attacked at your call.Continue reading “Bull Connor’s Dog”
Cabin Fever
The fire’s brightly glowin., but the damned old wind is blowin’, The snow is comin’ down, Coverin’ up the ground. The Flivver won’t turn over, I’m stuck in here with Rover. The window’s frosted up, Durn near froze my cup. The highway ain’t been plowed, The sun’s behind a cloud. The river’s done been froze,Continue reading “Cabin Fever”
Buffalo Chips
Out here on the prairie, the ain’t no wood to burn, at least there is a trick that everyone can learn. Everything that’s needed is lying on the ground, and it’s the damnedest stuff that I have ever found. From Abeline to old Cheyenne, it makes the grasses grow, and if youContinue reading “Buffalo Chips”
High Desert Blues
I love the high desert with all of its sights, But everything here sticks, stings or bites. A Spanish Bayonet will run you on through, Don’t grab a Cholla whatever you do. A Mesquite thorn will flatten your tire, An Ocotillo fence is tough as barb wire. A Scorpion’s tail can cause you to wail,Continue reading “High Desert Blues”
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”
Peace
I went up to the mountain so lofty and so high, Where the bombs have never fallen and the children do not cry. I saw the devastation, wrought by foolish men, And all I had to offer was some paper and a pen. I scribbled off a note, don’t know what I wrote, Oh, whatContinue reading “Peace”
Outlaws, Outrages and Outright Lies 