Wheels of Glory

John Deere tractor wheels of glory
 Turning across Americas story
Not guns or swords or wars machine
 But ploughshares steel and tractors green

John Deere tractor wheels of glory
 Helping build Americas story
Not by mighty wars to win
 But helping bring the harvest in

Love and feed them, keep them warm
 Give them shelter from the storm
Far and wide this great farm scene
 Rolls 'or the world yellow green

Might have made the guns of war
 Could have made the cannons roar
Instead the labor of the land
 Became the farmers helping hand

And so when down the highway seen
 Across the fields the John Deere green
Stand up proud and wave your hand
 All across this John Deere land

Winter Dream

Orange willows and a fuzzy day

Fields of white where hay once lay,

Sundogs watch on western shore

Winter camps on our back door.

Try and shovel her away

She’ll be back that very day

Try and plow her up the lane

She’ll be back with frozen rain.

Orange willow and a fuzzy day

The sun is coming back our way

Fields of white where hay once lay

How long can winter stay?

Why not rake in long wind rows

A crazy dream to bale the snows

Roll it up in round bale ton

Stack like hay in noon-day sun.

When May’s sun comes shinning

Nothing left but round bale twinning

Only if we could some how

Feed these snow bales to the cows.

 

 

The Coyotes Ball

Across the meadow I hear them call

Yawning their ancient moan

Then answer from a cedar draw

Coyotes call from home

We’re dancing in the twilight

Come join us from the hill

We’ll dance into the moonlight

Come join us for the kill

In the meadow below the cedars

After dusk I hear them call

They play their haunting music

Down at the coyotes ball

Dead Horse Point

Wild horse desert

Sagebrush dusty air

Equine shadows vanish

Thundering hooves once there

Race to the rim rock

Wild mustangs on the tare

Canyon of Green River

Horse thieves never care

Up against the sand stone

Red rock jagged air

Natural gates behind them

Horse thieves never care

Run them to the edge rock

Colorado river stair

Reita on the blue roan

Horse thieves never care

High sagebrush desert

Red rock dusty air

Equine shadows vanish

Wild horses were once there

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.