“Cowboy” Poetry Sunday

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Sheldon wild horse Sheldon wild horse

Cowboy poetry has a long tradition in the American West. Like most things the poetry has tall tales about how it became such a tradition. Like the “bards” of Europe it became a way to tell history, deal with deep thoughts and humorous takes.

For Sunday we thought we would give wild horses a moment in this Western tradition.

Wild horse family Wild horse family

When I die…

“When I die take me to the Sheldon range” I’d say. Prop me up facing East near the waterhole on that day.

Leave a cup o Joe and a smoke in my hands. I’ll watch each sunrise forever in that beautiful land.

Each mornin’ the wild horses that I love… Will bring a blessing from the great man above.

Heaven would be complete for me on that spot. To many it might not seem like I’m askin’ alot.

Wild Horses on the Sheldon range Wild Horses on the Sheldon range

But things…

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