"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Waddie Mitchell - Range Riders of the Night


Mustangs on the Move, Red Desert, Wyoming


Range Riders of the Night
by Waddie Mitchell


The rim rocks tower high...
The air is clear,
The wind blows cold...
There's only the horses tonight.

Withers swim like a silver sea
In the light of a big full moon,
In the strong and clear that comes to me
In the lilt of the first guard­'s tune.
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S. Omar Barker - A Workin' Man's Roan




A Workin' Man's Roan
by S. Omar Barker, author, 1928
recited by Larry Schutte

You rode horses like that,
Kind of thin never got fat.
The old breed with a mustache on his lip,
Kind of high at the withers but low at the hip.
His ears are way up, he had bright wicked eyes,
Don't forget he's plenty cow-wise.
Cold mornings he'd buck, sometimes he'd kick,
No horse for a kid or a man that was sick.
Lord what a bundle of muscle and bone,
A horse for a cowboy that little blue roan.






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