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Show The boulder before us was modest, We had hurdled much larger before. So with slight hesitation, I spurred him, And old Strawb came loose from the floor. Well, my head popped out through the oak brush. O'er that boulder we fairly did glide. We'd leaped o'er the edge of the mountain, There was no earth on the other side. I gazed down on the mountains and fir trees. I saw clearly the Banks and Chapeen. I could see the far San Juan river. The most country I'd ever seen. There was the state of Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico too. Oh, the many wondrous things I saw. It was a most magnificent view! 'Twas when I looked straight down below me, A most fearful sight I did see. I picked out the rock that I'd land on, As I passed up old Strawb in a tree. There is nothing so terrible to falling. It's really quite like a lark. Until you get right near the bottom- It's the contact that's liable to smart. The hazard that's faced by us flyers, Is phenomena known only too well. We crashed and we burned in the wreckage, The day me and Strawberry fell. Oh, the scene, it changed there so quickly. 'Twas no longer a bright sunny noon. 'Twas dark as inside of that mountain, Only slightly subdued in its gloom. The herd disappeared up the mountain, The sound growing fainter aloft. Those cowboys would surely be bitchin', When they found that I'd took the day off. Cowboy Poetry From Utah 73 |