(History/Poem): Spearfish South Dakota

Spearfish South Dakota

 

What an odd name, ye may think of me

But for a lack of luck ye all would know me

Maybe my name would be steeped in lore

In our Country’s Great Plains fabled history

 

Black Hills Dakota, land of the Great Sioux Nation, gold, and blood

Deadwood you know, Bill Hickok dying in blood with his famous hand

Crazy Horse, an outcast child because he cried when bees spilt his blood

Custer and the Seventh etched in history, paying for their genocidal sins

 

I’m in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame

The great mighty Sioux Nation

And the tears that they paid

 

Now only grade school books tell my story

Come visit the Little Big Horn Custer’s Last Stand

Rapid City now a main gate to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true monument

 

I stand true to the blood of those who bore me

 Shrouded in the famous Black Hills history

Sturgis’s freedom now rumbles right next to me

Spearfish South Dakota, Paradise of God, then and now

(Humor/Poem) The Hoss

The Hoss

 

They call me the Hoss

On this Range here I’m the Boss

Born with both my legs a hanging off a horse

My back is damn sure not broke, cause I’m the Hoss

 

 

High up on my Stud, you know I never been one to brag

Never been one to kiss ass or grovel, a long shadow I cast

At four-foot six don’t you know I’m always tall in the saddle

Don’t you ever forget it, out here on this Range, I’m the Hoss

 

 

Life is sometimes heroic, my good looks make me truly historic

It’s just cause I’m so handsome and I let everyone know it

Don’t you know that on this West Texas Range, I’m the Hoss

My skin and my fists are now so much tougher than leather

As a young man never thought about needing to get out of the weather

 

 

Age has now taught me much better, Ho Jo, now my favorite four letters

Did I mention I’ve got a Texas Long Horn setting on the hood of my 64 Chevy

I’m so cool, never fooled, I’m a Hall Of Fame Cowboy a true living legend

I’m the King of the Range, got my hat and my horse solar-paneled

You can see them from space, as they light up my name, yep I’m the Hoss

How Pathetic: Get Your 15 Minutes Of Fame: Act Like A Fool At A Media Event

 

America’s national media outlets are enjoying covering people who are not decent in how they treat each other. What I am saying is some people in our current culture think it is cool to act like a fool or an idiot, if it will get them 15 minutes of fame on a T.V. screen in some Country far away. Folks, if there is no such thing as ‘the aggressor’, then there is no one being injured in any way. Kindness, courtesy, decency, fellow Americans, why do we have to be known for acting like fools in front of a camera? I know that this childish behavior is not just an American problem just like Heroin is not just an American problem.

 

Those of our population who create events for the purpose of causing enough conflict to keep another person or group from being allowed their own Constitutional Rights! Every thing in the world is not always about me, me, me. That is a fact for every person on this planet. Most of you already know that this post is in response to recent crowd troubles at Donald Trump speaking events. To those who chose to disrupt other people like this by disrespecting their events, is it fair for all the people who don’t like your messages that it is okay to disrupt any or all of your events? Honor, Respect, Kindness, are they just by-gone Customs that do not matter in ‘our society’ today? There are very many very important issues that we as a Nation and as a world community need to solve and we need to do so quickly before some of our own Nations we implode. Please, let us all act like the grown-up’s in the room. The Media and the rest of us, we all need to quit playing these stupid games. The ‘Show’ your playing with not only can, it will, cost some their lives. That 15 minutes was it worth it, laying there on that slab, toe-tag waving in the breeze?

Honest, Truthful American History

 

On old wooden leaky boats smaller than a rich mans toys

We all climbed in and to this new world we set our sails

There’s some that have joined us who are looking for gold and fame

Most came for the hope of land that they could till in their own name

 

Roanoke Island, Jamestown on the river off the Chesapeake Bay

To Plymouth by the Rock these old creaky boats found their way

Pushed, pulled and chased yet most whites came by their own will

Many really had no choice, poverty and the laws chased them away

 

This strange new world with all this lumber and open land to claim

An extension of Heaven to all white males this land lays in wait

Wait, who are these strange red faces, with arrows pointed our way

Indians, so-called by Captain Columbus and his misfit crews I think

 

America, with all these wide open spaces surely I can make my way

White male land owners ordained, we shall be from sea to shining sea

These Indians don’t matter there just good excuse to use our black powder

What our white mans diseases don’t wipe out we will turn into our slaves

 

America, Valhalla to all white males who have the guts, guns and gold to stay

Kill all the Indian Braves then turn all who are left breathing into our slaves

The Chinese aren’t white so we can use them like dogs to lay our steel highways

Then these Black Devils from Africa, they are only good for work, whips and chains

 

Why should we be forced to stop at our borders whether by land or by the seas

Canada to our north settled by the French so of course we have every right to invade

To our south we burst through their front door to Mexico City we rode without shame

Spanish, Mexicans and them damn Indians, if we killed them all who would care anyway

 

Our gold bought Alaska from those Russians so damn it, no war, we didn’t get to play

Then of course there were those primitive Hawaiians, not knowing what we had in store

With big guns and ships we invaded their Islands, killed half the men, imprisoned their Queen

Now their land is our land as we buried our flag in their sand, you know we always want more

 

Is it through ego or arrogance that why some of us don’t understand the outside world

Why do some roll their eyes and snicker when we say that peace and human rights are our stay

America, I do still believe that she is the best nation to ever give her people a somewhat honest chance

So don’t get angry when others see us different, just look at King George W., Obama and Guantanamo Bay.

 

 

 

 

Poem: Spearfish South Dakota

Spearfish

 

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of luck one never knows

Maybe my name would be more prevalent

In our country’s history.

 

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold, and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying face down in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own.

 

I’m in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame

The great Sioux Nation

And the tears that they paid.

 

Now only grade school books tell our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand

Rapid City the main gate to the northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true monument.

 

I stand true to the blood who bore me

Of my name I am very proud

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me

Spearfish South Dakota, then and now.

Poem: Spearfish South Dakota

Spearfish

 

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of luck

Maybe my name would be more prevalent

In our country’s history.

 

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold, and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own.

 

I’m in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame

The great Sioux Nation

And the tears that they paid.

 

Now only grade school books tell our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand

Rapid City a main gate northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true monument.

 

I stand true to the blood who bore me

Of my name I am very proud

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me

Spearfish South Dakota, then and now.

(History/Poem): Spearfish South Dakota

Spearfish South Dakota

 

What an odd name, ye may think of me

But for a lack of luck ye all would know me

Maybe my name would be steeped in lore

In our Country’s Great Plains fabled history

 

Black Hills Dakota, land of the Great Sioux Nation, gold, and blood

Deadwood you know, Bill Hickok dying in blood with his famous hand

Crazy Horse, an outcast child because he cried when bees spilt his blood

Custer and the Seventh etched in history, paying for their genocidal sins

 

I’m in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame

The great mighty Sioux Nation

And the tears that they paid

 

Now only grade school books tell my story

Come visit the Little Big Horn Custer’s Last Stand

Rapid City now a main gate to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true monument

 

I stand true to the blood of those who bore me

 Shrouded in the famous Black Hills history

Sturgis’s freedom now rumbles right next to me

Spearfish South Dakota, Paradise of God, then and now

(Humor/Poem) The Hoss

The Hoss

 

They call me the Hoss

On this Range here I’m the Boss

Born with both my legs a hanging off a horse

My back is damn sure not broke, cause I’m the Hoss

 

 

High up on my Stud, you know I never been one to brag

Never been one to kiss ass or grovel, a long shadow I cast

At four-foot six don’t you know I’m always tall in the saddle

Don’t you ever forget it, out here on this Range, I’m the Hoss

 

 

Life is sometimes heroic, my good looks make me truly historic

It’s just cause I’m so handsome and I let everyone know it

Don’t you know that on this West Texas Range, I’m the Hoss

My skin and my fists are now so much tougher than leather

As a young man never thought about needing to get out of the weather

 

 

Age has now taught me much better, Ho Jo, now my favorite four letters

Did I mention I’ve got a Texas Long Horn setting on the hood of my 64 Chevy

I’m so cool, never fooled, I’m a Hall Of Fame Cowboy a true living legend

I’m the King of the Range, got my hat and my horse solar-paneled

You can see them from space, as they light up my name, yep I’m the Hoss

(Humor/Poem) Where’s The Rope

Where’s the Rope

 

A good piece of string

Will hold most anything

When you’re still on my knees

Crawling on the floor and peeing

 

 

When you get a little older and a good bit bolder

Grade school, where now you spend your time

Now you learn that Half a hand full of dimes

Will buy you some very strong quality twine

 

 

Now that I’m a teen I allow no one to tell me anything

My parents let me play with whatever I please any time

I’m now bigger, stronger, bolder, smarter and mean

I can tame a bucking Stallion or a Bull with one hand

 

 

Yank that bit as tight as I please no one challenges me

Rope tightly in my left hand, hell yea, I’m the man

Next goal I will be the Champion Rider of the Brahmas

Talent like mine, you know I gotta spread my fame

 

 

Top of my game, gotta go for the Buckle and the green

With my butt in a saddle and a rope tight in my hand

Hell yea, don’t ya know I’m the man of the Rodeo Circuit

All the Cowgirls Love me cause on their chain I can jerk it

 

 

Now on this stool I stand not as a King but as a man

Behind my back a rope now ties up both my hands

One end my neck is looped the other around a rafter

No matter how big a star you my think that you are

You still gotta play by the Bookies rules of the game

Or they will hang you and your hat from the rafters