Cowboy's and Western Art :
Trail rides, rodeos and real working ranches are some of the locations you will find me
this year. I will be at the LH7 ranch in Bandera in May,Famous for it's LongHorn Cattle
I will be shooting the following event May 23-25
Cowboy Capital Rodeo Assoc. Pro Rodeo –Mansfield Park – 8:00 PM Friday & Saturday; 3:00 PM Sunday –
Chuckwagon Charlie
His long gray beard and wrinkled face
His beans and beef had their place
His stories never dull or a bore
Amongst the very best his lore
His apron was worn, well stained with time
His biscuits were so good, its should be a crime
With missing teeth he gladly showed his smile
He always went the extra mile
O Charlie cursed a time or two
Only at his chuckwagon stew
He cooked with love from his heart
He new one day he would depart
Chuckwagon Charlie, well he's gone from here
Now the angels are singing and full of cheer
Resting from the hard trial ride
He's Cooking at his Masters side
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Under Starry Skies I lay
Under starry skies I lay, gazing at the milkyway
My head resting on my saddle blanket
I recollect on the days hard ride
While being thankful for clear blue skies
My horse my steed ,bedded for the eve
Full of oats and aqua pure
Boots removed I am here to stay to catch a wink or two
I pray the morning will wake my soul
Morning first light the stars fade fast
The son is rising, I know the stars wont last
I stir the coals that kept me warm
And bring em back to life
I prepare my day and plan the way
But O' Lord you will let it be
The open range ahead but never the same
As far as a man can see
My steed and I are once again ready for the ride
thankful for a good nights rest the angels by my side
Thank you lord for you have blessed me well
More than I can ever tell
Big City People
I don't much care for city folk ways
Their shopping malls and Six lane maze
There designer clothes and gucchi bags
I like my wide open vistas and old gray nag
I don't need any Dominos
No burger shops nor fast food windows
The meals I eat are less than simple
Made for the trail and wont cause you pimples
The money they make I can't use
And I don't really need the daily news
Just my horse he's my friend
As we journey across this land
"Leather"
Old worn leather I have
but brilliant are my medallions
my boots fit like my weathered gloves
hands are toughened by the years
my leather still remains
My face is bruised by the harsh north wind
the stallion I ride is still my friend
the campfire warms my coffee but soon retreats in to it's fiery coals
my leather still remains
The trail before me is long
my cattle know there fate
the sun is on the horizon for the time is near
to mount my horse with all my gear
please O lord draw me close
bring me to this place of yours so I may rest
As I turn to dust
My leather still remains