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The Dusty Trail
by Ben

There was a man upon a horse,
upon the dusty trail.
He has no phone or radio,
no address for the mail.

The man has roped the cows all day,
his body's weak and frail.
but he prefers to live his life,
upon the dusty trail.

Last night I seen him on his horse,
he need not go to fast.
He climbed off his best friend's back,
and stood there in the grass.

He layed there staring at the stars
his life he did not fail.
Because he lived and died his life.
upon the dusty trail.
*******

Whiskers on a Rattlesnake's Chin

by Brant, Ben, and Travis

My dad was bit by a rattlesnake
with whiskers on it's chin.
It bit him fast and bit him hard,
and left marks on his skin.

The next day when I came to him
he had whiskers on his chin.
I asked what had happened,
what had he gotten in.

I came to him in wonder,
as he started to reply
said that he forgot to shave,
he told me one big lie.

As I was walking in the grass
I looked down by my shin
I saw the very rattlesnake
with whiskers on his chin.

He struck me with his anger
I looked down and I feared,
that I would die a painful death
but then I grew a beard.

I ran in to the house and yelled,
my Dad was by the fire.
I said look what happened to my face!
You are one big liar!

When Mom walked in to the room
she thought she'd seen a bear,
but when she recognized our voice,
she knew it was just hair.

She looked at us and smiled
with a happy grin
I've see you found the rattlesnake
with whiskers on his chin.

I've seen this time and time before
and time and time again
stay away from the rattlesnake
with whiskers on his chin.
******

Wolves

The howl of the wolf,
on a cold winter's day
sent shivers up my back
and left me with nothing to say.

I picture his form,
muscular and fierce
danger on his mind
with red eyes that pierce.

Mixed colors of gray, white, and black
with a hint of blood still fresh on his coat
taken with haste
from the innocent throat.

A helpless lamb there on the ground
torn apart in pieces
a sight of murder
flowing blood and torn up fleeces.

Anger on a rancher's face
sparks instict to grab his gun
out of the house he ran
one shot and his job was done.
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