Behind the Grindstone

I recently read a statement made by a vegetarian stating, “You can’t say you love animals if you eat meat.” Using this logic I believe it would be fitting to say, “You can’t say you love vegetables if you eat carrots.”

He’s a hunter of the hunted
The killer of the dead
Those who walk in darkness
Face the night with dread

It’s raining as I set here remembering a poem I wrote several years ago. It sure seems fitting for this week.

When you ride your final ride
And your last sunset fades away
When your spurs have lost their jingle
And you’ve gathered your last stray

I was on my way to entertain at the Kansas Cowboy Symposium in Dodge City Kansas several years ago. I had a ten year old boy along hopin’ some of the cowboy lifestyle would rub off on him.

Spring is here so they say
Summer is sure to be on the way

Sally was goin’ shoppin’
Thought she’d buy old Bob a shirt
If she could find his favorite color
She thought it might not hurt

They traveled across the whispering land
A sea of grass and the prairie band
As the grass ripples and sways in the prairie winds
And whispers with the spirit the prairie sends

Sally go to thinkin’
And thinkin’ turned to fears
That Bob might be getting’ tired of her
After bein’ married forty years

The wind was throwin’ a blow
And the air filled with snow
As the temperature dropped like a rock

Valentines day shore is a special day, especially to those in love or those who would like to be. Chocolates and roses are a good gesture but nothin’ makes a bigger impression than doin’ somethin’ special with the one you love.

From forever past
Upon this earth
Our people were
Given birth

The wind was throwin’ a blow
And the air was filled with snow
As the temperature dropped like a rock
He said, “I think I’ll stay inside”

About once a week I’d stop by
The store that sold used books
Somethin’ about it drew me in
It must have been it’s looks

New Years day was comin’
Resolutions were needin’ made
Sally had some new ones
That had to be obeyed

The days were numbered
And they have passed
It’s one dash one
Again at last