19. Loop (Inktober 2021)

Cowboy Is His Name

by Baxter Black

There’s a hundred years of history,
And a hundred before that,
All gathered in the thinkin’
Goin’ on beneath this hat.

And back behind his eyeballs
And pumpin’ through his veins,
Is the ghost of every cowboy
That ever held the reins.

Every coil in his lasso’s
Been thrown a million times,
His quite concentrations
Been distilled through ancient minds.

It’s evolution workin’
When silver scratches hide,
And a ghostly cowboy chorus
Fills his head and says ‘let’s ride’.

The cold flame burns within him
‘Till his skins as cold as ice,
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth every sacrifice.

All the miles spent sleep drivin’
All the money down the drain,
All the ‘if I’s’ and ‘nearly’s’
All the bandages and pain.

All the female tears left dryin’
All the fever and the fight,
Are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonight.

It’s guts and love and glory,
One mortal’s chance at fame,
His legacy is rodeo,
And cowboy is his name.

Owens Valley

I have been going absolutely crazy since Monday when I found out I had a serious computer problem. It took 10 hours or more to fix it. Add to that, I have to choose a new Medicare supplement plan. That means research, reading, deciding. And stress. All this has been making me crazy, cranky, and not a happy camper.

So, today things are winding down, and tomorrow dawns with all decisions made and the world will be a far more pleasant place. To de-stress, out came the watercolors, and a photo from our covid-cancelled trip. There is nothing like painting to relax and zone out. Here, a painting from a photo shot from the window of the car as we drove along Hwy. 395 and the world swished by.

It’s a harsh landscape, but one of subtle beauty. Vast open spaces, too, add to its grandeur. And, it makes me happy.

10: Pick (Inktober 2021)

The Nose Picker Poem
(from Mr. R’s World of Math)

There was a boy who picked his nose,
Thought it tasted fine,
Picked for breakfast, lunch and dinner,
Picked it all the time…
Shared his pickings with his friends,
With his parents too,
Shared his pickings with his pets,
They worked a lot like glue…

Picked his nose all through the day,
Picked all through the night,
Never tired of his picking,
Wanna’ take a bite?
One day he stuck his finger in,
So deep inside his snout,
The rest of him got stuck inside,
He never could get out!

8: Watch (Inktober 2021)

Pugsley the Watch Dog

Pugsley the Dog,

Drunk in a fog,

Got busted again,

“Watches for gin!”

Down at the station

With short-lived elation

He offered a few

With hopes for a brew.

“My elbow and wig!”

Cried cops with a jig

“We’ve caught ourselves a thief!”

Pugsley’s hopes came to grief.

Into a cell

At the toll of the bell

The Watch Dog was led

As guilty he pled.

No more do we

As honest and free

Need fear this mighty thug –

The world’s most dangerous pug!