Much to our surprise we're able to get the crew together for a farewell breakfast before we all take off for home: Linda, Bob and Jyl back to Idaho and Rod, Carol and me to Northern California. We've spent several days immersed in and celebrating ranch and cowboy culture: from rough beginnings in the Old West to the rough stock realities of modern times. Food for thought, food for the soul. Words have been stampeding around my brain for days, but the herd has finally settled down and quietly grazes at my fingertips.
Tres Amigos
Words on paper to
song
We're invited to come
along
Words on paper to spoken
We're part of a chain
unbroken
Words on paper to art
We're taken into the
heart
We've been brought to
tears
And learned to face our
fears
We've laughed until we
couldn't catch our breath
And had our souls warmed
to their very depth
Spanish ponies and feral
cattle
The art of a handmade
saddle
North and South united
by a horse's reins
Cowboy songs from Irish
refrains
Charlie Russell was born
to wander
And left a legacy of the visual yonder
Called to serve his creative purpose
Called to serve his creative purpose
He'd draw or paint on
any surface
His paint brush was his
swagger
Perhaps the early
American tagger
Generations have a story
to tell
Old and new unite to
cast a spell
The journey becomes the
guiding muse
Payable in points of
view and worn out shoes
Writing new chapters
from the old
Spurring new generations
into the fold
© 2014, Shelley Macdonald
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Beautiful poem Shell. Sums up your experience nicely. Even though you have been here awhile - Welcome Home!
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