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Behind the Grindstone

Behind the Grindstone: Drip

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
Words can be a cantankerous lot. There are times they come like a raging torrent so fast they are unable to be written down.

Behind the Grindstone: Unnamed Horse

| Administrator | Behind the Grindstone
The story begins “Back in the day”
As all good stories start this way
It is said the west was wild
Years before the homesteads filed
A bout the time the sun went down
A stranger rode into town
Hitched his pony at the local saloon
Thinkin’ he’d howl at the moon
And do a little socializin’
Never once realizin’
That he would set history on it’s course
An unnamed man on an unnamed horse
And so he became socialized
The more he became liquidized
Wobbly kneed and blurry eyed
He couldn’t howl although he tried
But contrary to what most folks think
Horses too become fond of drink
And many a cowboy were willing to pay
To see a horse put a pint away
Soon spraddle legged and wobbly kneed
He had become an unstable steed
When leavein’ time had finally came
Man and horse were somewhat the same
Both had become inebriated
Though the act is over rated
He could not mount although he tried
Newfound friends got him astride
And tied the reigns in a knot
Off they went at a lopsided trot
And with this unsteady gait
They wandered cross the real estate
The tracks were followed the next day
By a coyote driftin’ along that way
Thinkin’ with his coyote zeal
A dying horse would make a meal
But his hopes soon got sunk
The horse weren’t dying only drunk
Now other critters saw the track
And wandered up and wandered back
And soon the track became a trail
Cattle driven to the rail
The cattle trail now was made
On the path the horse had laid
Which soon became a wagon track
Wanderin’ to and wanderin’ back
Adding miles to the route
With all of it’s wanderin’ about
Years have come and years have passed
And pavement covered the trail at last
Following on the wobbly course
Laid down by a drunken horse
And many a passerby
Would wonder at and question why
A road out on the prairie flat
Would weave and wander around like that
When asked why this trail was made
With all it’s twists and bends were laid
And why the road which was now paved
Followed the trail that dipped and waved
And wandered cross the country side
Like the lost without a guide
No one remembers why of course
Long forgotten the drunken horse
The answer comes without fail
We were just following anothers trail

Behind the Grindstone: Snowflakes

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
Of fragile flakes the poets write
Falling on the winter’s night
Like feathers of the purest white
Oh, the snow, what a delight

Behind the Grindstone: The Line

| Administrator | Behind the Grindstone
In times mostly past the large ranches had cabins or line shacks as they were called at the far reaches of their range. A cowboy would stay in these “line shacks” to care for the cattle in these remote areas.

Behind the Grindstone: Jose's Christmas

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
Us kids we would all gather
‘Round the old man Jose
And we would all listen
To the stories he would say

Behind the Grindstone: Cow Country Santa

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
I went to town last night and saw all the Christmas lights lighting up Main. All of a sudden I realized December is just a few days away.

Behind the Grindstone: A Month of Thanksgiving

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
As I look at the month of November, I realize it is a month of thanksgiving. We start the month with Veterans Day, a time to be thankful for those who served in our nation’s armed forces.

Behind the Grindstone: The Book Store

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
I walked into a bookstore
On the crusty side of town
Wanting nothing in particular
Just thought I’d look aroun’

Behind the Grindstone: Coffin

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
Bob and Sally were on vacation
The road wound around and down
And there at the bottom
Was a quaint little mountain town

Behind the Grindstone: The Revelation of Creation

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
I’ve lived my life close to creation and critters. It’s hard for me to understand how it’s possible to walk through creation and not come to the conclusion there must be a creator.

Behind the Grindstone: Roundin' Up Sheep

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
Now Shorty had lots of sheep
Sheep from here to there
In every pasture on the ranch
Sheep scattered everywhere

Behind the Grindstone: Jackson Mountain

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
I decided to take ‘Ole Cheryl to visit the place the boys and I had made our hunting camp for several years. It had been many years since I had been there but was expecting it to be the same.

Behind the Grindstone: Prayer and Rain

| Administrator | Behind the Grindstone
Several weeks ago a group of us gathered at the city park and prayed for rain. It had been dry with blowing dust for so long.

Behind the Grindstone: Poor Decisions

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
Now, I’m always interested in a good story and don’t mind tellin’ one myself. I’ve heard stories of horse wrecks and cow wrecks, car wrecks and wrecks of all kinds that all happened because of poor decisions.

Behind the Grindstone: The Thief

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
It’s the Easter season again. It and spring seem to go hand in hand.

Behind the Grindstone: King of the Mountain

| Bill Bunting | Behind the Grindstone
It’s interesting to watch as our society deals with their so called social issues. It seems the more they struggle to become what they are not the more they become what they are.