Out Where the West Begins
March 29, 2011
Out where the handclasp’s a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That’s where the West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the
Out where the handclasp’s a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That’s where the West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the
It was springtime in the Cariboo and calving had begun Calves lay on the side hill with hay up to their chin I check the cows each hour to see
I liked the way we used to do, when cattle was plenty and folks was few. The people gathered frum far and near, and they barbacued a big fat steer.
She ain’t inclined to’rds lots o’ things That eastern gals can do up brown; She don’t wear jewelry and rings, Like them swell girls what lives in town; Her cheeks
Kinda tough those first years. No rain, heat hammerin down, us peelin poplar fence posts And stackin Russian thistles after mowin fifteen miles of ditches. The thistles and an old
This one was sent in by Kathy Horn of Virden, MB. She has been doing some poetry for about eight years and generally writes about old family stories and day-to-day
The first issue of Canadian Cowboy Country Magazine (March 1997) included a poem I had written called Reg Kesler’s Hat. In mid July this year while performing at the Cowboy
As I sit here in my rocking chair and watch the fire glow, …the sound of Christmas carols, takes me back to long-ago. To a day back when my
It was a dream come true you see to stand there in that ring,For rodeo was in my blood and one day I’d be king.The beast I drew was
I paused from cynchin’ my saddle’s riggin’ To feel the crisp wind out of the West Brush against my exposed hands and face Sendin’ my soul a shiver clean
When our family moved to Fort St. JamesBack in the summer of 1959 My brother Colin and I chased the Indian horsesThat ran wild in the summertime. We chased
The round pen is just a classroomWhere we teach horses how to learnFrom the larger lessons life brings their wayAround every curve and turn.The black filly danced and tossed her
