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Show SADpif EAG&rf3j$ A MOST COLORFUL LIFE When I was a young man my skin was well browned from sunshine and wind and I slept on the ground My soogans spread out on the hard desert floor, I slept like a log until half after four. The while I grew older, I didn't grow big... My legs kinda' curved to the fit of a rig. I learned to match wits with the renegade steer and how to survive on a dying frontier. Each winter as sure as it snowed on the slope I'd cut up a beef hide and braid me a rope. My neighbors all furnished a green hide or two I'd braid half a dozen before I was through. We all had a rope that we knew how to throw and pick up some cash at the fall rodeo. Each day brought a challenge. We practiced all year by roping and throwing and branding each steer. When not punchin' cows in the canyons and hills I roped the wild horses to get me some thrills. And looking back now at the hardships and strife I think I have lived a most colorful life. It never was hum-drum - We always found change... Like fighting the Greeks for a little cow range Or maybe bad blood from some old cattle war. We all packed a "hogleg," Frontier 44. Cowboy Poetry From Utah 53 |