A treasured memory ~ this refers to an incident that removed any doubt I might have had in the healing power of the drum.

Healing Power of the Drum

I came slowly down the stairway,
toy pistol pointing straight ahead.
Such a ruckus had awoke me
from some gunsel dressed up in red.

He was crouching near the chimney,
holding a big ol' sack of stuff.
Looking up he winked at me and
I sensed this hombre could be tough!

I said, "mister, you better scoot,
this here pistol ain't just for show!
I don't know how you got in here
but if'n you're smart you'd best now go!"

Pointing to the star that I wore,
he exclaimed "You're Marshall Dillon!"
I cried, " 'Ol Man, drop that big sack
or there's gonna be some killin'!"

The rascal just smiled back again,
then pointed to his bulbous nose.
With a twinkle, he disappeared,
leaving boxes wrapped up with bows.

From the first, I removed new boots
and just my size, I discovered.
The bigger box contained a trike
and next a red sweater was uncovered!

Pondering the morning's events,
I thought, that gunsel ain't so bad.
He looked kinda familiar and
just a little bit like my dad!

New Cowboy Boots for Marshall Dillon

"It does not require many words to speak the truth" - Chief Joseph


Emotions are the colors that paint an otherwise black and white world. Through these pages its hoped that your day will be painted with a bit more color from my rainbow word-brush.

I was born into a ranching and rodeo family, have lived the life to some degree and while much of my poetry centers around the cowboy lifestyle, I do not consider myself a "Cowboy Poet". I do write about real life - the beauty, the hardships and the laughter.

I am an accountant by trade, and not so redneck as one might stereotype me to be, but I am fiercely proud of my country background and strive to portray the cowboy and others in real life situations and with real life humor and humility.

I have dabbled in poetry for many years. I strive to write on a variety of topics, however, as with most writers, I tend to write on what I know.

I know Nature, and I love to be consumed by her beauty. I know the winds, the mountains and the wide open prairies of home.

I know Cowboys. I was raised by one, grew up idolizing many and have spent enough time on the back of a horse to feel completely connected to the cowboy way of life.

I know Love. First love, lost love, pain and elation.

I know History. I study it, immerse myself in reading it. Particularly the history of the Native Americans.

These are the things that I write on. They are a part of who I am, who I was and what will remain when I am no longer here.

I was influenced at a young age by the writings of Robert Service, Banjo Patterson and Robert Frost, and therefore developed a love for rhyme and rhythm. A lot of my work tends to rhyme, although I do try to write some free verse and prose as well.
 
I am always looking for ways to improve my writing and would appreciate any constructive feedback on my poetry. I promise I won't be offended.

When my time has passed, and my breath has silenced, the mountain winds can carry my ashes over this wonderful land that I call home. I am Canadian by birth, Albertan by choice and a lifelong resident of the Rocky Mountains by destiny.

I hope you enjoy my writing.

Rory

New Cowboy Boots for Marshall Dillon

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