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Now Comes the Eagle
by Charlene SchillingQuiet as the coming dawn You crept from our warm bed Without corage to bare your soul You left me a letter instead
Still there on our pine dresser It leans against the mirror The round script of your hand Reads, "Mary, I'll love you forever"
Your moccasins whispered on the stair A prayer that I would not wake But my heart knew your cunning And I was still for your sake
The door you made from fir timber Closed with a gentle sound And Sikum softly whinnied Knowing your were trail bound
I rose then from the feather bed We made with our very own hands And I watched through our curtains As you mounted and rode from our land
My Nellie whinnied, calling her friend Leaning over the gate, testing the air Testing and listening for his voice Watching her partner disappear
I watched the morning sun rise Over the far distant hills Overtaking night shadows Warming our window sill
An eagle soared high, ever higher Free as the wind, higher he flew Until two black specks were all I could see Of that air-born eagle and you
You dreamed of a wild and beautiful land Where beaver build and otter play Where buffalo roam and a bedroll is home A campfire glow at the end of a day
The glory of waterfalls cascading down With rainbows in their shimmering mist Southern slopes of blue Lupine The warm spring sun has kissed
Nights of moon, stars and coyote calls Ghosts and dragons in Colter's Hell Sharps at the ready while you ride Trails and rendezvous, stories to tell
Then, when the icy fingers of frost Touched the brilliant colors of fall And snow drifted down from mountain peaks Then to the lodge of Walking Tall
The pleasure of friendships renewed A dusky maiden at your side Timine ' inise ' timine We shared the warmth of a buffalo hide
Ah, we were young And the days were young And the trees and the grass and the sky Held songs to be sung
How we loved the land Wallowa Valley, sparkling lake and river Lush bounty for horse and cattle Storing salmon for the winter
But dark clouds hovered on the horizon You took up on this piece of land The white minister spoke his words And I wear this wide gold band
Little bird came to us one fall Called Hawk after the time of his dreaming He grew and rode with the warriors hateful of white men's scheming
We grew old with the woulds of war The days grew long And the trees and the grass and the sky Los the sunshine of their song
With eyes and mind and heart so clear Ah, that one last great ride Over mountains, rivers and streams To greet Mother Earth with pride
Now I wait by this mounded ground Sharps and Bowie with you there I call my Wyakin, my guardian spirit The Eagle circles high in the air
The Eagle comes, now comes the Eagle To help me cross the great divide Now comes the Eagle, the Eagle comes Again, I'm walking by your side.
stampede
he rode hard all that day ramrod always naggen i was there to see him get in the old chuck wagon he was looking for the sugar he was milton booth cookie always said milton had a sugar tooth in the darkness he kicked the biscuit pan only god would know it was not the plan of man the clatter that it made spooked the cattle herd and the devils cauldron now was being stirred johnson stubbed his toe and we heard him swear bud was fully dressed and spud in underwear they sure looked alike they were the johnson twins if johnson found the rock they would suffer for their sins all hell was breaking loose when we got the word we all saddled up and were heading for the herd riding at the point there was hanrahan the stampede was coming fast and over him they ran the click clack of the horns was an eire sound with the thunder of their hoofs as they hit the ground the click clack of the horns and the hoofs of thunder i was there to see when hanrahan went under milton rode the mare that he called old nell he rode that little mare into the hubs of hell rode his saddle deep a saddle that was worn as he crossed the waving field of the flashing horn that was dangerous as a wolf with snapping jaws or a screeming eagle opening up his claws with a burst of speed nell caught the old lead steer a supper human thing to do coming from the rear milton got throwen from the saddle like a flour sack he was on the lead steer on his bucking back milton turned the herd we heard his pistol crack the steer and milton disapeared they won't be coming back me and buck took the point just before the hill we led them in a circle and they begain to mill around the herd we rode guided by the moon sang a sentimental song of kathryn witherspoon couldn't find enough to bury so we left them there back along the trail and ramrod said a prayer me and cookie never told milton was the cause just as sure as a dog would lick his paws now they talk of hanrahan he was just a youth talking of their hero they speak of milton booth milton got the recognition hanrahan got zero don't worry hanrahan you are my western hero
by ken markison
it will never be for me to ski me you would have to fight if cowboys were meant to ski cow manure would be white
won't do it by ken markison
woodland performance by ken markison it wouldn't be fun if you had only one some can't do it with two just to walk straight or never be late how i haven't a clue coyotes have four never no more i saw one only with three it was old cap front leg lost in a trap how difficult was it to be it would be a mistake if time he did take he was chased into the bog using his head as three legged he fled he dissapeared in the fog in the muskeg as he lifted his a problem he couldn't abide no matter the cost his balance he lost and he fell on his side on his back legs like a dog when begs leaned his front paw on the tree chip monks would chatter as he emptied his bladder he was able to pee then he bowed down just like a clown this he did with a flair animals would gather said they would rather watch him than go to the fair
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