Kindred Men Passed
[A tribute to Father and Son]
Folk of Country stock no less
hard of work rugged lined to boot
simplicities of life would put it best
proud as punch to hoot
Of mind to Western leanings
rustlers trail bosses ranch hands all
cowpokes bunkhouse rodeo has its meanings
makes them stand evermore tall
Father and Son on the fork of life
the dusty trails cold light
did bring a curve of lasso-ed strife
a merging that next night
Son before the Father gone
was seen behold a sign
to see to follow brightly shone
was told go hence align
Heaven bound Son slightly ahead
saddles side by side
a last look back with not a dread
salute the prairie wide
Our cowboys days behind us now
to pastures green awaits
to see peace we understand how
that led to this unfenced fate
Corralled are memories loved ones left
majestic mounts we've rode
hearts forever bond to cleft
shadowed sheltered abode
Senses melt to the ground
thundering hoof beats hardening sounds
kerchief sweat dusted hounds
raised arm shaves the air astound
Cry out not us no fame
hear riding now above
hard rustic cowboy tamed
thus sending back our love
Stuart Charles Mackenzie
This was composed for annasfire as a tribute...
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