CRUSHED !!!!!

I was on a high last weekend that I haven’t experienced since the Hippie Days..., oh so many years ago.  These days..., with a 60 year old birthday looming just two months away..., those bouts of inspiration still happen..., occasionally.  Usually after the chores are done and the sweat has been replenished with a few ice cold beers in The Saddle Bar(n).  And such was the case last weekend.

I was listening to Tom Russell singing, “Bucking Horse Moon"

Down a one lane road there’s a dusty fairground 

Where I learned the bronc trade..., I fell in love 

With a blue-eyed twister and her smokey whisper 

She said, “They call me the Cimarron Dove” 

We’d spool our bedrolls on down together 

My calloused hands combed through her hair 

She’d stare at a star through an old mesquite tree 

“See that moon shadow, there’s a bucking horse there” 

Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper 

Flown with the seasons all too soon 

Beneath Montana’s blue roan skies 

Nevada starlight and a bucking horse moon.