Gary
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Sometimes a writer of poetry & an old soldier from over the pond but now living on a Horse ranch in Texas, The Sailor The things you've seen the life you survived How history has rushed on through. The lessons you learned this world that has changed Did this make it better for you? You’ve lived the life of a sailor around the world you did sail From ship to ship,and port to port as wars just come and go You fight for God and Country that flag that flies so high So isolated from your family as you sail beyond the sky looking at this ocean and wondering why you're here The smell, the rage, the power, the tears That keeps drawing you back each year What of life on the main land after 30 years out here? You make a boat, console your life and go back to sailing the sea.
The soul of a soldier
Here we sleep in death, unbetrayed but honored by name , so for you of little faith and governing powers can keep that peace for which we few paid the ultimate price only a soldier can give, Our children shall come to understand when and how our fate was changed by the hand of mankind, then would only measure our worth and resolute upon the actions we did indeed undertake for the name of liberty, Dare we call from beneath this cross of stone, always reminding you of the confusion from history, what lessons have you learned, or will you repeat the past mistakes of your ancestors who walked this world before, Can we rest from the toils of battle at peace with the understanding that history will show the distinguished who have fallen will live on in the hearts and actions of men who remember the injustice from their past, or will you fall victim to events we ignored.
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Hi Cowgirl still out here, got about 30 more days to complete then Home...i hope
you doing ok ?? your old cowboy friend
Hi Gary! I hope you are back on land and safe in Texas! Have fun at the ranch! Ride one for me! Huggs from Oklahoma!
Over the Top 1914 Eastern Front
Our dead will mock the searing heat My wounds will blister black You tell us that our strength was sold To help your country back What evil times have carnage chosen For judgment on this land With scorn and tears we greet him here We are ready to make our stand Now fix bayonets went the battle cry
Old soldiers never die
We fade away till the next generation is called upon for duty As we look down the farthest side of our forsaken lifes With the understanding in all, that our service was a choice we made Knowing we would always go a little further than requested Crossing heaven or earth to defend our families and country We are brothers in arms
Heartaches & cowboys
The end of this relationship was somewhat sad and cold What made it end so sudden was, the cowboy just got old She was younger by a decade, her life was riding high The cowboy loved his ranchland life and had to pick a side The trials and tribulations that make us who we are The teaching from our fathers that carry us this far The heartaches we must carry to make it day by day The loving from that woman he lost along the way Rich houses and the finer side was not what he had planned Between the working days and late, late nights her life was so insane He tried to close that gap in life, both came from deferent worlds A logical man his simple life, the ranch was all he yearned The trials and tribulations that make us who we are The teaching from our fathers that carry us this far The heartaches we must carry to make it day by day The loving from that woman he lost along the way He lives his life so guarded as darkness turns to gray Still looking over that ranchland, he still rides it everyday His heart so full with memories, of the woman that let him go With heartaches this cowboy will never, never know The trials and tribulations that make us who we are The teaching from our fathers that carry us this far The heartaches we must carry to make it day by day The loving from that woman he lost along the way GW April 2010
Riding to forget,
When this cowboy ride?s his ranch land, all his troubles disappear, Only Issue?s lay before him are roping and cutting steers, Fences broken in the lowland?s and the well that?s come up dry, Time for that in the morning as this day is running by, Four o?clock next morning as he saddled up his mount. The status of his marriage was very much in doubt, She left him for another, without a word or worn, This cowboy?s heart was broken as he rides out in the storm, He feed?s the steers by daybreak and ride?s the fence line around, Only stopping to repair, the section?s that are down, Some steers stand and watch him, and some just walk away, Life?s story is unfolding in this field so far away, People are like critters, just come and go each day, Some stay around forever, and some leave that very next day, This cowboy is a simply man, known?s horses, steers and land, But the working mind of that woman is hard to understand, He rides and thinks back over, the days of swat and forlorn, Knowing, Coffee and friends are waiting to help him through this storm, A cowboy is a lonely man; his life is hard but fair She never did forgive him for bringing her out there. GW Oct 2009
Hey Brother, A lot of great reading here...FROM ONE VET TO ANOTHER,,,I THANK YOU BROTHER...Yer Buddy...Doc
Thank you so much for adding me! It is an honor to serve our listeners and our military. Please tune in this Sat & Sun 2-4 EST to hear the premier of my show "Anything Goes With the Armygal" and feel free to send in any requests or shout outs you have.
"COWBOY UP"
I think about this term, and what it's all about? Well it's reaching deep inside yourself when the wife has turned you out. It's getting' bucked off every bull that you've ever rode or seen; Going hungry, and telling yourself "I'm not starving', I?m just lean" "COWBOY UP" It's watching as your friends go to the county fair; and staying behind, cuz the fence and barn is in need of repair. It's knowing what's wrong, and doing what's right; though it means, you're going home alone tonight. "COWBOY UP" It's what makes a cowboy tell it straight; its being in pain, and calling your gate. It's having nothing, yet having it all; it?s brushing off the dust and knowing how to fall "COWBOY UP" It's a spirit tried and true; like a guardian angel, it'll see you through. So when you're down and things look rough; Look deep within yourself, and. "Cowboy up"
Here sleepeth now a fellow who was always on the Square".
It matters not whate'er your lot Or what your task may be, One duty there remains for you One duty stands for me. Be you a doctor skilled and wise, Or do your work for wage, A laborer upon the street, An artist on the stage; Our glory still awaits for you, One honor that is fair, To have men say as you pass by: "That fellow's on the Square." Ah, here's a phrase that stands for much 'Tis good old English too, It means that men have confidence In everything you do, It means that what you have you've earned, And that you've done your best, And when you go to sleep at night Untroubled you may rest. It means that conscience is your guide, And honor is your care; There is no greater praise than this: "That fellow's on the Square." And when I die I would not wish A lengthy epitaph; I do not wish a headstone large, Carved with fulsome chaff, Pick out no single deed of mine, If such a deed there be, To 'grave upon my monument, For those who come to see, Just this one phrase of all I choose, To show my life was fair: Here sleepeth now a fellow who Was always on the Square."
Hello Darlin! How are ya? Always glad to hear from you! I hope you are in Texas and enjoying your horses and cows! Ridin and pushin!
I am going to Joshua this weekend! Have a wonderful weekend! Keep writing !! Its getting better and better! Maybe you should publish!!! Lots of love and huggs Cowboy! Ride one for me! Rene
Hello Cowboy! It is always nice to hear from you my friend! I went to the IFR Rodeo in Oklahoma City tonight! Gotta love those cowboys! Love and Huggs! Rene
Years
Voices shall call us from the dark, will this soul of a man be judged by the heart of his woman? If true what outcome can benefit from the finding, would he stand as stone on principles of passage or bend in the ever blowing change of age with conviction to the aspirations of what can be achieved jointly, showing true emotions with the understanding of what is at hand.
Fields of stone
I pray for guidance in this storm, Knowing the wind will push me on, A few more hugs, A few more drinks, My wife, I leave to watch over the kids, I have to go; it?s come that time, But precious memories will remain, This place evermore will stay the same. Perhaps someday I will return, So take hold of god his anchor firm, As he controls all life and storms, For he alone forgives our sins, And he can return us to our kin, Or leave?s us to lie in fields far away, So just believe and hold to faith, For you may see him on this day, Fields of stone remember us all, The country called, I made my stand We followed the flag to protect this land, As fields of stone remember the past. The names of the fallen will always last.
Hello darlin! Merry Christmas! My favorite Cowboy poet!
Thank you for your friendship, it is a pleasure to meet you. Love your Soul of a Soldier, very well written. Have a great week and a very Merry Christmas my brother.
Take care. Tom
The Quest
Go as a pilgrim and seek out your quest, Far from the comforts and well lighten avenues of life, Only to bet your soul against the human unknown's, Seeking intimate wealth in the company of friends, To experience lust, love, anger, tears and pain Only to survive to see another moonlit night alone, Then will you be at peace with yourself And to be able to say, I am my best friend, As I look down the farthest side of my life with age, Fulfilled and understanding in all, and truly content That I lived a life that was of my own choice GW February 12, 2009
Hi Gary, I am so glad you came here! I was glad to see your poem here. It will be appreciated! Merry Christmas my cowboy friend!
Thanks for adding me. Its an Honor to be in your Friends list...Doc Killian-Veteran-Songwriter of TO OUR TROOPS, and the songs REMEMBER OUR VETERANS and MY FLAG
Years
Voices shall call us from the dark, will this soul of a man be judged by the heart of his woman? If true what outcome can benefit from the finding, would he stand as stone on principles of passage or bend in the ever blowing change of age with conviction to the aspirations of what can be achieved jointly, showing true emotions with the understanding of what is at hand. GW December 09 |
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