Lot of Saturdays

Aw Saturday

No, work just play

Aw, this is the day

If I May

No, that is too soon

But if it was June

I might whether a tune

Maybe July

I might like to try

A place to lie

In the shade

A pole at command

Between my toes it does stand

My bare feet on the cool sand

On the fly

A fish to try

Or maybe fry

A big one I mean

The fish did fillet

My toes I must say

Those eyes rasp between

My toes so mean

He got clean away

Oh great day

This Saturday

of July

Good by

 

lot of lane frost

Lane what on your brain?

Don’t poke that bad joke

Give me that rope

Wait don’t open that gate

red rock and lane ride on in the sky

Frost I might be late

I’ll get tossed

Up in the sky, hay I can fly

This is not making my day

What did you put in his hay

Put me on the ground

Don’t turn me around

Not upside down

It’s all spinning round

Was that a clown?

Get out of the way

This thing is here to stay

Lane frost you’re the boss

I did get tossed

So I loss, here your five

I'm still alive

That bull is one bad joke

Here! it’s your rope

I need a brain, just what a pain

my back in pain

Want no more of your bad joke

thank you Lane frost

foot note

The real story be hind the poem, the young and the old a battle between man a beast, is best told here http://www.lanefrost.com/redrock.html 
and of the man this quote
 "If people remember one thing about Lane
we'd want it to be that he was a kind person
and knew Jesus."
Clyde & Elsie Frost~
Cheyenne 1999 10 Year Tribute
i know them and all, know Jesus. i am proud to say i know them all. God bless all

lot Morning glorious delight

On this frosty morn
You wake and yawn
As you were just born
The break of dawn
You cover my lawn
The break of dawn
A morning shower
You brave little flower
A glory to see
Morning glory’s for me
Pretty and white
Blue from the night
What a pretty site
Such great delight
Morning glory alright
Dew drop form
A dandelion is adorn
With jewels of the night
The mist takes flight
The sun is bright
Well alright now
What am I bid for?
Morning glorious delight

lot of re-ride

It’s time for this old cowboy to give it a try

A lariat I did buy

Less giver err a try

Shake a loop

Twirl it high

Hand held high

Let err fly

A steak it might fry

Missed by a head

Not to dread

Shake a loop

Twirl it high

Hand held high

Let err fly

Why did I buy this lariat too try

Miss again

Aw heck with it nobody will eat a picket fence anyway

A second chance it’s a retry

I may of miss the fence

Let it not be said

This lariat I did buy

I will not give err a try

Shake a loop

Twirl it high

Hand held high

Above my head

This is not a tread

I won’t boost

Miss the post

Oh how I dread

That it be said

A lariat I did buy

I must be out of my head

I’ll put err in the shed

And go to bed

Hey I smell a hot apple pie

It’s time for this old cowboy to give that a try

lot of madness

Clock spring not wound

The key, where can it be found

You should redound

Second hand dance

Minute hand prance

Hour hand follow and advance

Watch clock won’t coil

Crocus till the soil

Will the spring do its thing?

Wound tight to make ring

The sound it will toll

will it bring

this thing called spring

Coffee on the boil

Grounds to fill the sole

Wake up, you silly thing

Come on get out of bed

you sleepy head

Did you not hear it ring?

Hey it’s spring

lot of watermelons

Watermelons! why are there No wild growing watermelons

Question is writing an art

Words how they Rome

Just looking for a home

Saddle up old Rhone

Wrangler’s rides

Just where they hide

Keep them in stride

Hook them up fan them out

Don’t forget the trout

What’s this all about

Its spring time in the Rockies

Watermelons! Why are there No wild growing watermelons about

Lot March the madness

March, one, two thousand eleven; Can you feel it, Carnival, fat Tuesday, Mardi gras, Ash Wednesday, Spring Equinox St. Patrick day, there is a madness about. In Roman times it was the first month of the year, yea new years. The bear are waking up. Look out. Oh No spring clean up, dread lot of work. Yucca, Spring tonic. Did you know that March is the month of poems?

It’s time for this old cowboy to give err a try

A lariat I did buy

Less giver err a try

Shake a loop

Twirl it high

Hand held high

Let err fly

A steak I might fry

Missed by a head

Not to dread

Shake a loop

Twirl it high

Hand held high

Let err fly

Why did I buy this lariat too try

Miss again

Aw heck with it nobody will eat a picket fence anyway

By me an old cowhand

Warning from who, there is to be expected an outbreak of spring fever. It is in the air. Use a mask to protect the frail and insane, worst case scenario you will go out of your head. Two to five years old will be overly precocious. Tis the season to be mad ha-ha wow, ouch, lol have fun. Wow is now.

Hey I found my hat, let ride Ya Hoooooooooooo woo thank you have fun, God bless

Lot time of shrinkage

Nirupam Ghosh a fellow blogger and engineer; has made a point of time shrinkage, relativity of MR Einstein. For the most part most people do not care to exercise the Hypothalamus. However I do, may be, possibly understand the problem. Huh? I am going to give it a try at the risk of error and warping the sanity of our readers. Hopefully my prate falls will muse some and other wise exercise the funny bone. Wow! POW! (Bovine in church) batman! I drew a graph of Nirupan’s post on the shrinkage of time. A little consultation, with a dash of time travel, with an old carpenter’s friend Pythagoras, my granddad’s old railroad chronometer, that a watch, by the way. Here is some mathematical analogous. The theorem is C squared = A squared +B squared, or the hypotenuse = the sum of the square’s of the other two sides. For simplicity 3 X 3 = 9 plus 4X4 = 16, 16+9=25, C squared 5X5=25 so 25=25 or 25-25=0. It is the same for the other triangle so 0=0. Now wait one cotton minute! There is supposes to be some shrinkage. Sorry Nirupam I could not resist. LOL! It is all relative to the point of view of the observer. Let’s take another look. You board a plane in San Francisco at noon and fly east to New York, a ten hour flight. You arrive and look at your watch and it read 10: PM, the clock on the airport wall reads 2: AM, that’s fourteen hours but you only flue for ten. What did you do jump into the future? OK, not really noon in San Fran is: 4 o clock PM in New York. The return flight would take ten hours, leaving at noon you would arrive in San Francisco at 6 pm. Your watch and clocks in New York and San Francisco. Are in different reference points but they are all reference to a clock in Greenwich England. Let’s try this a wee bit faster. All aboard the Benjamin, we will take off from Ogden, Utah, USA at noon. And fly east the Benjamin is power by dark energy so getting to light speed is no problem. The round trip takes 0.0004 seconds. But the earth has turned and the lap’s time on the clock at Ogden is 12:00.001 but your watch reads 12:00.0004.now if we head west our watch would still read 12:00.0004 and the clock in Ogden would read 12:00.0014. Now if your head is buzzing I am sorry it that dark energy, it does that, so just move away a bit and it will go away.

Thank you for fly with me on the Benjamin and god bless

Lot of intelligent design

A young man was given a toy. Why, his birthday maybe, Christmas is a possibly, from a friend, from a parent, just because he want it? Is there a reason that he was given a toy? Who gave him the toy? The young man loves the toy. He gave it a name he call it a rock. Now he played with his rock all day and took it to bed with him and sleep with it. He carried it in his pocket everywhere he went. He found that the rock could protect him from bad things. It gave him joy to play with his toy.