Campfires, Cattle and Cowboys Gathering 11/21/2015 November evening just shy of a week before Thanksgiving, in southwest Oklahoma, under partially cloudy skies with the temperature dipping and a breeze meandering amongst the crowd, we gathered for cowboy music and cowboy poetry. Because? It's tradition. It's heritage. It's the way of the cowboy. It's Oklahoma. It's what stirs our hearts and minds. Because we can. Because it is fun. Because the Big Trail Boss blesses us with things like this. Because it serves to relieve an itch from
November evening just shy of a week before Thanksgiving, in southwest Oklahoma, under partially cloudy skies with the temperature dipping and a breeze meandering amongst the crowd, we gathered for cowboy music and cowboy poetry. Because? It's tradition. It's heritage. It's the way of the cowboy. It's Oklahoma. It's what stirs our hearts and minds. Because we can. Because it is fun. Because the Big Trail Boss blesses us with things like this. Because it serves to relieve an itch from
Black Magic 11/19/2015 Black Magic He sleeps beside the Chisholm Trail This old trusted friend of mine Where the sagebrush goes a tumblin’ And the coyotes perfect their whine Named Romancero III One of a special breed Meant for beauty and grace Built for endurance and speed Gentle as an old brood mare But spirited as any mustang A pleasure under saddle Nothin’ would I change A black Peruvian Paso So black, I called him Black Magic Sometimes Blacky or Roman Active life, death that was tragic A little head strong
Black Magic He sleeps beside the Chisholm Trail This old trusted friend of mine Where the sagebrush goes a tumblin’ And the coyotes perfect their whine Named Romancero III One of a special breed Meant for beauty and grace Built for endurance and speed Gentle as an old brood mare But spirited as any mustang A pleasure under saddle Nothin’ would I change A black Peruvian Paso So black, I called him Black Magic Sometimes Blacky or Roman Active life, death that was tragic A little head strong
A Cowboy's Prayer 11/15/2015 A Cowboy’s Prayer Lord, while we’re alone at the dawning of a new day Let’s take some time to chew the fat While I’m saddling up my horse or getting my gear ready Let’s discuss how you love me, what I need and all that As I take a moment to remember all you have done for me While the darkness is slowly lifting from over the land Let me remember to thank you for all the many things That you have done in my life and the things you’ve put in my hands Like a good set of reins or a tooled leather
A Cowboy’s Prayer Lord, while we’re alone at the dawning of a new day Let’s take some time to chew the fat While I’m saddling up my horse or getting my gear ready Let’s discuss how you love me, what I need and all that As I take a moment to remember all you have done for me While the darkness is slowly lifting from over the land Let me remember to thank you for all the many things That you have done in my life and the things you’ve put in my hands Like a good set of reins or a tooled leather
