The Border (Badger Clark Jr Poems)
When the dreamers of old Coronado,From the hills where the heat ripples run,Made a dust to the far ColoradoAnd wagged ...
When the dreamers of old Coronado,From the hills where the heat ripples run,Made a dust to the far ColoradoAnd wagged ...
The wind is blowin' cold down the mountain tips of snowAnd 'cross the ranges layin' brown and dead;It's cryin' through ...
Wrangle up your mouth-harps, drag your banjo out,Tune your old guitarra till she twangs right stout,For the snow is on ...
When my rope takes hold on a two-year-old,By the foot or the neck or the horn,He kin plunge and fight ...
Cut loose a hundred rivers,Roaring across my trail,Swift as the lightning quivers,Loud as a mountain gale.I build me a board ...
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