Wild Horses of Nevada

Let the good ones work with cowboys

With their saddles cinched down tight.

Let the wild ones roam Nevada

In the night.

When the cowboy takes his saddle off

And hangs it up to dry

Let the wild horse of Nevada

Run and fly.

Like the colors of the rainbow

And the sun rays on the sand

This wild cavieta

Rules the land.

The old ones know their way home

Where feed and water lie
The young ones are like dust storms

Across the sky. 

You can run them into catch pens

Or let nature take her course

Let Nevada be a Heaven

For the horse.

CW 6/7/10

The Cowboys Loop

The cowboy makes his daily loops
 To feed and check on cattle,
To look for any new calves born,
 To hear the creaking saddle,
Loops out around the feeding ground,
 Around and around he goes,
His life just one eternal loop
 Through rain, sun and snows.

From the circle of the lasso,
 To the dallie round the horn,
The cinches of his saddle,
 The feeding path well worn,
The cowboy starts his big loop,
 On the day that he is born.
He rides his circles out and back
 'Till his celestial morn.