I lean back in my chair
Rest my feet upon my desk
Close my eyes and visualize
The things that I love best
I can see the pinioned hills
Almost smell the purple sage
It seems like only yesterday
Truth is… t?was another age
I can see the cattle trailing
Sunlight glistening on their backs
Dust finer than white flour
Rising slowly from their tracks
I can see the holding pens
Out there in Cedar Basin
Where we held them bremmer cows
That for days we?d been a chasin?
I can see the big grey horse
Beneath old Cardy?s saddle
I still can hear the big grey bawl
As he and Cardy fought their battle
I remember how my heart stood still
Afraid old Cardy might be throwed
I marvel still at that old man
As the grey he easily rode
And when the grey quit bucking
Old Cardy rolled a smoke
Took a drag and says:
?Another year or two, I?ll have this critter broke!?
I remember them Gold Butte days
Midst catclaw, pinion and sage
It seems like only yesterday
Truth is…t?was another age
From ?Far Horizons: A Cowboy?s Poetry?
Mike Prince, Alamo, has devoted himself to writing his life experiences in verse and short stories. His novels deal in western adventure stories for young people of all ages. Learn more at cowboystoriesandmore.com or facebook.com/cowboystories.