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Dangerous Crossing
Dangerous Crossing
By Davey Lee George
(C) 2001 All Rights Reserved
The water looked deep and since it was muddy after the deluige it was impossible to see bottom to gauge its depth. Still, there was no other way to the opposite side, and as she thought about it, she came to the conclusion that it was “sink or swim,” so to speak.
She knew full well that there might be animals or flesh-eating fish lurking there, too, but the sense of urgency to be on the far shore was compelling, even overwhelming to her and she knew she would have to try. Danger seemed everywhere, so looking about she found a stout stick of about two feet in length. Hoping to use it to ward off the dangers within the vast impoundment she stepped hesitantly into it, only to see the dirty water rush into her boot tops. Leaping backward, she fell in the slippery mud that had obviously been churned up by the feet of thousands of panicked animals, possibly wildebeasts, she reasoned, while trying to extricate herself from the sticky goo.
Arising at last she stepped once more into the forbidding water, expecting at any moment to have to fight for her life. Knowing the depth of it at its edge, she assumed it would get even deeper as she ventured forth, but to her surprise, it remained shallow, just slightly above the tops of her boots.
As she made her way slowly, gingerly, fearfully toward the other shore, she at first was unaware of someone shouting. Then, as the voice became even louder she realized it was her mother saying, “Get out of that mud puddle, you foolish little thing, and come into this house this instant!”
The Car
The Car By Janice N. Chapman (C) 3/28/2001 All Rights Reserved I have to tell you about it, This car I bought one time. I drove it off the lot, of course, When the dealer said it was mine. I stopped at the first gas station Cause the gas tank was dry. Opened up the [...]
Learning The Lingo
Learning The Lingo By Neal Torrey (C) 2001 All Rights Reserved Now cowboy poetry can be a lot of fun to listen to, But to really understand it, you must know a thing or two, About how cowboys talk, and the special lingo that they use. When you hear how it came about, you won’t [...]
Cowboy Poetry
Cowboy Poetry By Rod Nichols (C) 2000 All Rights Reserved Just what is cowboy poetry I’ve many times been asked, why might a cowboy start to write, and will that writing last? I’ve had some time to ponder this as the years have drifted by, so if you’ll sit and rest a bit I’d sorta [...]
THE COWBOY TRAIL
THE COWBOY TRAIL By Rod Miller (C) 2000 All Rights Reserved From below the Mexican border To the medicine line and beyond, Cattle country spreads far and wide And the cowboy trail is long. And the cowboy trail is long. The cowboy trail is long. The trail’s awash, a river of mud. A splash the [...]
DUE RESPECT
DUE RESPECT By Danny Wayne Dutton (C) 1993 All Rights Reserved About some old cowboys I’d care to speak, ‘Cause some say they’re gone Their legends too weak. But I’ve know a few Whose mark has been made. Some are still workin’ Tho their dues have been paid. They’ve devoted their lives To work without [...]
OLD SAM
OLD SAM By Paul D. Hatch (C) 1996 All Rights Reserved I put him out to pasture old Sam had served me well… If he could only speak, what stories he could tell… Of long hot days at round-up, of snowy frigid rides. When Sam had took me there and back, in sure and steady [...]
I MISS THE DAYS
I MISS THE DAYS By Janice N. Chapman (C) 1985 All Rights Reserved I missed the days when wagon wheels Rolled over barren soil. The wheels I drive on now wear rubber tires From B.F. Goodrich or Uniroyal. I missed the days when covered wagons Rumbled airishly along. If my air conditioner in my car [...]
YELLOW SLICKER
YELLOW SLICKER By Debra Coppinger Hill (C) 2000 All Rights Reserved She wore his yellow slicker, Though it almost drug the ground, It seemed to make things easier, As if He was still around. He’d left her some big boots, She was gonna’ have to fill, But his old yellow slicker, It seemed to give [...]
