Monday, June 25, 2012

Cavalry Scout's Fiddler's Green (1800's)



Halfway down the trail to Hell,

In a shady meadow green

Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,

Near a good old-time canteen.

And this eternal resting place

Is known as Fiddlers' Green.

Marching past, straight through to Hell

The Infantry are seen.

Accompanied by the Engineers,

Artillery and Marines,

For none but the shades of Cavalrymen

Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail

To seek a warmer scene.

No trooper ever gets to Hell

Ere he's emptied his canteen.

And so rides back to drink again

With friends at Fiddlers' Green.

And so when man and horse go down

Beneath a saber keen,

Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee

You stop a bullet clean,

And the hostiles come to get your scalp,

Just empty your canteen,

And put your pistol to your head (added during Vietnam War)

And go to Fiddlers' Green.


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Friday, June 15, 2012

Who Needs Cowboys, When You Have a Cowdog



When I was a kid my sister followed by our dog saw a young calf and ran out to pet it. My dad spotted the calf's mother near by spin around and make a bee line straight to my little sister to stomp on her as they do when anything gets around their calf. My dad yelled a command at the dog and the dog intercepted the mother cow and took her down by the nose while my dad rescued my sister. Goes to show, every cow dog has his day. :-)

Friday, June 8, 2012

Friesian Majestic