I ran across this video and was touched by it and related to it. I grew up with a tough father who had survived terrible battles in WWII. He once asked me after 3 Mexicans beat me up at 14, "are whipped son or just beat-up?" I asked what the differences was. He said, "did you beg for them to stop or fight best you could?" I said I did best i could but impossible to win. He said "well hell, you are just beat-up" ... I never forgot that.. thank you for wonderful poem
A cowboy's poetry enshrines truth, fairness, joy, sadness, failure and success in a few words. Would that God give me grace to become so eloquent as others are simply loquacious.
My grandpa was Max Crabtree. He was a real cowboy from Iowa. Born 1919 he worked with horses until he was in his 80s. A real inspiration. I real man's man. He would break bones regeraly and continue on with life as if nothing happened. Usually causing more damage. Saw your last name and felt like sharing because I really miss him.
Great poem from a man that truly looks the part. I also like the setting you chose; looks like you have just stopped driving the herd and are sitting around the campfire telling stories.
Now that's a right and proper head stone Where they lay that old man head, The moss covered sign where they laid him Introduced them to the dead But he ain't here his soul is has risen For he asked forgiveness from the Lord Now he lives high upon that mountain Where they live in one accord
I ran across this video and was touched by it and related to it. I grew up with a tough father who had survived terrible battles in WWII. He once asked me after 3 Mexicans beat me up at 14, "are whipped son or just beat-up?" I asked what the differences was. He said, "did you beg for them to stop or fight best you could?" I said I did best i could but impossible to win. He said "well hell, you are just beat-up" ... I never forgot that.. thank you for wonderful poem
A cowboy's poetry enshrines truth, fairness, joy, sadness, failure and success in a few words. Would that God give me grace to become so eloquent as others are simply loquacious.
My grandpa was Max Crabtree. He was a real cowboy from Iowa. Born 1919 he worked with horses until he was in his 80s. A real inspiration. I real man's man. He would break bones regeraly and continue on with life as if nothing happened. Usually causing more damage. Saw your last name and felt like sharing because I really miss him.
A great poem
Thank you Jhon for your support people in Sumy region in Ukraine! 💪👏
Nice poem. Good man
Great poem from a man that truly looks the part. I also like the setting you chose; looks like you have just stopped driving the herd and are sitting around the campfire telling stories.
Damn fine poem, John. Love the way you write.
That was beautiful, friend. Thanks for sharing it.
Now that's a right and proper head stone
Where they lay that old man head,
The moss covered sign where they laid him
Introduced them to the dead
But he ain't here his soul is has risen
For he asked forgiveness from the Lord
Now he lives high upon that mountain
Where they live in one accord
Nice
Too bad all the wind noise makes it almost impossible to understand
It’s not too bad
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