This Place

This old home place

It once belonged to my brother

And I've never felt so at peace

Or comfort at any other.

The horses and birds

demanded and got my full attention

I fed em and watched over them

For days to numerous to mention

Soon the time will come

when I must up and leave it

I'll leave so much the better

than the day that I recieved it.

My commitment was not to a lease

With so many terms to be met

No it was to my departed brother

and to him my word was kept.

I'll miss the gurgle

Of the arroyo choked with chico sticker

and the horses both of them

who'd greet me with welcome nicker

I'll miss the shade

and the big trees that surround her

I'll miss the birds and chimes

That remind of how I found her

No more unsightly junk piles

No heaps of useless litter

It's pretty hard to take my leave

But soon I know I must quit her

Back to work to drive

the highways of our nation

And my stay for the year here

Will seem a great vacation

And my thanks came from Big Don

who cleared matters for me to live here

It is he who says "Well done"

and "come back whenever you are near"

By Ranger Bill

Cindy Yahoo
I've scanned miles and miles
of this great Internet nation
In search of true love
and a good woman's adoration
***
Searching for a perfect match
Teamed up with Yahoo's might
Looking for a suitable mate
I knew I'd find the one thats right.
***
From the start her profile beckoned me
It invited me to take a glance
So I broke the ice and e-mailed her
Thus began romance.
***
I gave it time and didn't push
Kept it light from the start
Time would run it's course
To win this lady's heart.
***
Cindy was meant for me
I was soon about to discover
So I came truckin into Utah
She the reason and forsaking any other.
***
A date at first
Then a second and then another
By Birthday and then the holidays
Cindy made time for me while caring for her mother.
***
She mended the sense of emptiness
I had inside my soul
She filled the void completely
And now I feel much more whole.
***
Whole and fully complete
Just as the maker willed it
Cindy gripped an empty heart
And in one big leap she filled it.

Don's Little Place
~
High up in the Cimmeron
Where the jack pine meet the sky
Stands a cabin in a meadow
That money can not buy.
~
It's lease acquired with sweat and toil
And many a loyal year.
No neighbors for miles around
Just cattle, elk, deer.
~
A spot of ground
He shares with the wild and the free
His gardener is Mother Earth
She grooms each flower, rock and tree.
~
A tree for Tad and Mom and Dad
Mark the corners of this plot.
Planted in quiet reverence
On this-Don's little lot.
~
No permits, no surveys
Sealed with just a shake.
Those who are invited here
Should only memories take.
~
by Ranger Bill

Longest Run

author unknown

as sung by Jimmy Simpson and the Oilfield Boys

~

There's a mighty rough road

Up Canada way, it's called the longest run.

It winds it's way from Dawson Creek

to the land of the Midnight sun.

~

I've hauled everything on the Longest Run

From gasoline to beer.

~

There's no red lights

No stop signs

A few gaurd rails

And no whitelines.

~

You gotta have a mighty good truck

A whole lot of luck

To make the run on time.

(I have been looking for this music for a long time. Lyrics just per my recall.

Please respond if you know the group or the music and have info to

put me on the trail of discovery.)

Author -unknown
*
You say you saw them nuggets,
They were rough, not glacier ground?
And the owner was almighty vague
About the place they were found?
*
He bought six dogs and some side packs
And a case of dynamite,
And drifted out toward the Brooks Range
Sometime late last night.
*
By Gawd, I bet he stuck it
Drilled right into the mother lode.
Come on, get your pack,
Let's hit the road.

Locked In

***

Locked in from Fall to Spring

By Winter's icy grasp

An Arctic night and a wind so chill

It seems to make you gasp.

***

But never shrinking from the cold

That can snap the strongest steel

Overcoming winter's wrath and fury

In a season that can cause oil to congeal.

***

Tis the land that tests the best

To see if you've got the grit

It tests, teases, mocks you

To see if you're worth a shit.

***

And once you pass the test

And after you make the grade

The land delivers up it's bounty

That is how you're paid.

***

Ranger Bill Harrington