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Show Using her skill in visual art, Frances beautifully illustrated the publication with pen and ink renditions. Since then, she has collaborated with Allan on several, new poems, including one piece, "The Devil's Circle," which contains several common cowboy poetry motifs. THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY For years Dad lived on Bitter Creek. He really loved it there, That it was brown and far from town he truly didn't care. He loved to run the wild bunch-the broom-tail, mustang band... From rim to rim he followed them across that arid land. But on the ridge called Boulevard, one crisp and windy day; Dad drew a dud-he chased a stud and let it get away. That sorrel stud was slick of hair-no writin' on its skin- To "nail" that hide Dad might have died. And yet, they both did win... Dad rode along old Boulevard where it lay flat and wide. He had a hunch he'd jump a "bunch" and snag himself some hide. He rode that ridge a hundred times, he knew it tree for tree, Each curve and dip; there'd be no slip betwixt those rangs and he. He scanned the trail for hoof prints and he sniffed the dustless air; Each pinon scrub and cedar shrub he eyed with utmost care. And just as he was thinkin' his whole day would be a dud; He saw it there, so slick and fair, that little sorrel stud. The stud saw Dad and it lit out-with Buster pressin' hard... They ate its dust as it broke crust across old Boulevard. 58 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |