its been 18 months since i was on land
the deepwater horizon deal messed up the original return
but hobbies kept rolling and il be here for as long as leave allows

this was done off the top of my head







twas the night before christmas and all through the camp
all became silent not a hoof did stamp
when across the plains sky did a sight semm to appear
a wagon was loaded led by reindeer
cowboys stare in awe as it coasts out of sight
then lie thier heads down to sleep for the night

as the moning sun broke and the hands did wake
a sight there befor them they knew not how to take
the cattle were lowing in the meadows below
and the south texas plains were covered in snow
breakfast was cooking yet chef was asleep
new saddles and boots were there at thier feet

they saw tracks in the snow that led to a sled
and wondered if it was a dream dancing in the head
each cowboy came round the fire to feast
as one said softly its not climate for a xxxxx
the hands saddle up to finnish the drive
and when all get home exclaim santas alive

the children are glowing the fire is warm
and the cowboy stand soft as he watches a form
someone is moving seems on his way
as he watches st.nick ride away in his sleigh
the cowboy just watches as the form lets out
and all across the prarie theres ut a shout

as loud as thunder a solemn voice does call
to all a merry christmas and be happy yall

cowboys never realy die they live on in the tales of the range
i made the pic to remember them all and the cowgirls they leave behind
i miss my friends but i know ill be with them soon enough and hearding the stand once again

i havent posted much lately cause ive been dealing with the bussiness end of my life, trying to put my work back together
then i messed up my hand and i just havent been up to it
but here we go ill run one off the top of my head

slow setting moon as a coyote howls
campfire crackles as the cowhands talk
the herd roams free in the plain below
the mountains stand proud topped in snow

each hand tells his tale one by one
and as each bows his head the others know he is done
the cattle low soft in the frosted grass
as each cowboy goes to dream of home at last

the bedrolls laid out the fire now aglow
each man slips to slumber each dream just to know
oneday these men will know their fate
yet tomorrow brings them closer to the gate

a camps fire rolls as the hands gather round
settin theier bedrolls out on the ground
a moon glows soft as the coyote calls
stars twinkle playfull as the night falls

another night spent on the range
stange how lifes dreams seem to change
an old cowboy liesawake pondering tomorrow
he rmemembers yesterday and the feelings of sorrow

he thinks of the girl he left in cold springs
his head fills with visions of exchanging rings
the woman he left for a trail in sante fe
haunts his broken heart still to this day

my trip to ireland was canceled
my back surgery canceled
3 barns destroyed
my house roof is gone
and thers only the power that i get from a generator
FEMA said im low priority because i can still "live" in my home
i guess the upside is that this area did in 1 week what it took new orleans a year to do
just doesnt feel very good to have my kids so far away till i get everything repaired
id rather be drunk in mexico

next week im back off to ireland
then i have another back surgery to deal with
but the good news is i made a deal to buy 10 more acres of my riding grounds on the coast so im lookin forward to that
ill post more of my poems soon just not in the mood tonigh
see yall soon

i write what i have or am living
im not the most perfect of writers so some times it comes off the way i talk
ive been around horses an cows all my life an thats all i know
im at home in a honky tonk or sleepin in the barn
all i know how to do is work
well that and crack programs
im simple and love my lifestyle
and to the asshole that pmed me tellin me that noone wants to read anything about a worn out cowboy

you can suck it

i dont write because people read i write because it needs to be said

.....ridin alone along the prarie the dusty ol cowhand recalls his youth
as a younger man he remembers the girl he left behind to ride the trail
the nights spent in a cold damp cell
the thrill of chasin down a rampaging heard
but still remembers every lesson he learned
worn out saddles an worn out dreams
a life alone is all he he has it seems
a cowboys a rare breed not settlin down
would rather be free than live in town
his horse his best friend a pistol on his side
spending each day as alone he will ride
sleeping under the stars by a campfires light
noone to hold on that cold winters night
no tears on a cowboy will ever be shed
as he lays his head down in his earthen bed
just a blanket an a fire are his friends
but a cowhand lives till his days ends
alone he will walk noone to call home
the life chose him to live alone

ive been keepin away
im somewhat back but now on a new spread
im on 7ooo acres this time
i bought a boat and a place in mexico
i also started a book
2 websites
and a charity
so get ready im movin again