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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!


Mike Puhallo

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