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The Packer

I received a call a few weeks back that my uncle, the last one left on my mama’s side, had passed away. We all hope we leave a legacy when we’re gone or at least make an impression to those left to carry on the torch that we lit along the way. Well I’m here to…

Twelve Days Down the Trail

Twelve Days Down the Trail   Man it was an awesome sight, To see 1200 longhorns cross. Horns and hooves a splashin’, In the evening’s fading light.   Cowboys hooping and hollering, Cattle and horses not wanting to go. But here comes ol’ Cookie a cussin’ and a whoopin’, Those old mules poding along ever…

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Horseshoes in Heaven

He was covered all in sweat as I tied my old horse there in the shade. He said an old horse that will stand more than five minutes, oh there ain’t never been one made. He wore an old ragged pair of leggings that had been cut off just below the knees. His old hands…

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I’d Sure Call Him a Friend

I hadn’t known him long But I’d sure call him a friend. A bunch of us had gathered at the River To set his ashes free upon the wind. ~~~~ By the crowd that had assembled He had touched a lot in his short life. Most stood in somber silence And others consoled his wife.…

Below the Rim

Long before the dawning Not a creature heard about. Old bones they start to aching As tired muscles begin to shout. ~~~  He struggles from his bedroll Tired and broke and bent. Mornings they come early below the rim When you’re under ole “Cookie’s Tent.” ~~~ An ole black hat sets on his head Weathered…