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Trailside Troubadours

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These days I ain't much to look at
But then, Lord knows I never was
A few once claimed I weren't ugly
Believe that's just what kindness does

I'm pinin' the loss of my strength 
Cuz I cain't do much as before 
I might'a shrunk an inch in height 
Added two to my waist or more
I'm afraid a'takin' a bath
Fearin gettin' out'a the tub
So I settle on a shower 
So's I can sit while feet I scrub
But by golly my lungs are strong
And gratefully my hearin's just fine
So I can still belt out a song
To my Faith and values opine
When gathered with my family
Known for our singin' from a horse
That's when we gather up to voice
Folks do laugh and howdy of course 
So when we meet up in Alpine 
Cowfolks arrive from all around 
Maybe Prescott, Elko or such
Just to hear our croonin' sound
We are western entertainers
We meet regularly year 'round
At sessions all over the west
Where music and poems are found
There are lotsa others to sing
Lord knows they have got good pipes too
Even some award-winning poets
All are mighty fine friends and true
You might be thinkin' we was kin
Seein' the hugs on which we thrive
Truth is family adopted
By choice we keep the west alive!
After the war between the states 
When the west was bustin' up ripe
Singin and story rhymin was
A cowboy's entertainment type
Those folks knew only hardest work 
For their comfort there was little 
So to lose their aches and troubles
They'd sing while cookie might fiddle 
We sing to honor those old ways
Givin' the old west a proud nod
We're simply trailside troubadours
Payin' humble respect to God

by Rik "Yonder" Goodell

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Thank you Gregory Mayse for once again providing your excellent artwork to accompany my poetry. You've provided a number of fine art pieces to either inspire or flesh-out my rhyming stories.

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