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Show His head, it came up to attention, To a phantom or cougar or worse. If there was something out there comin' toward us, It had been spotted by that fine old horse. With the strength of desperation, I uttered a most pitiful wail. Then came a shout back from the mountain. 'Twas the boys up there on the trail. Well the evidence stands that they saved us. There isn't much more I could tell. We both healed up and haired over, From the day me and Strawberry fell. Now the months and the years have fled past us. Old Strawb's long departed this home. The snows of the winters have watered The grass that grows 'neath his bones. Now the prayer of this middle-aged cowboy To the Maker of men and horses as well, Is to have strength to get up and get goin', Like me and Strawberry did when we fell. Fin Bayles Cowboy Poetry From Utah 75 |