The View from the Saddle|
I stop to give my horse a rest,
We’re done moving cows for the day.
From the crest of that ridge, on Bob Creek,
You can sure see a long, long way.
Across; hills, mountains and valleys,
To a distant snow capped range,
That's over a hundred miles away.
It strikes me as kind of strange.
That I spend most of my days riding,
Among creations very best.
Seeing nothing more than the East end,
Of a cow that’s headed West!
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