By Bud McKague (1935-2002) In the winter Okanagan In the old days of horse loggin’, When the skid teams come a ‘foggin’, I can hear their tug chains still. And
By MARILYN HALVORSON Seems everyone’s got a hang-up these daysSo neurotic they all need a shrinkBut the kind of hang-up I’m talking aboutCan mess you up quick
Mom started to sing, and first thing they knew
Both Pop and the kids were all singing it, too
I bet an opal moon shines on the Eastern Slopes tonight
