Apology To Red Steagall

Apology to Red Stegall click the link

This was written as a fledgling cowboy poet to THE OFFICIAL COWBOY POET of TEXAS!!! after I stood next to him in my first cowboy poet Chitauqua. He had been part of a collective and made positive comments I remember to this day 22 years later.

If you manage to read this, Mr. Steagall, Thanks again!!

The drawing was done by Mary Newsome, now in Sapulpa, OK.

No Weeds In Heaven

No Weeds In Heaven

 

There won’t be no weeds in Heaven. Our yards won’t need a mow.

We won’t rake up old dried dead leaves. Never have to shovel snow.

No blisters, corns, or bruises, no troubles like here below!

 

The kids will all be happy, no crying will they make

Arthur-Ritis won’t get in, he’s missing for goodness Sake!

No more regrets, no more mistakes, or big mouths out of sorts

We’ll all be robed in righteousness, not worried about suits or shorts.

 

No mean bugs or beasts, no liars, cheats or thieves.

The Banquet table’s not fattenin,’ The singin’s all in key.

We’ll meet some folks up in the air we’d never thought we’d see.

 

 

The government is just, where Jesus rules as King.

His Righteousness, and peace, and joy filling everything.

More important’s what He’s done for us, more’n we could ever do

Our bill’s been paid, our sin’s been washed, our bodies all made new.

 

Hell-bound Train

The Hell-Bound Train  (From an old song. I didn’t like the theology, so I changed it)

 

A Texas Cowboy on a barroom floor had drunk so much he could hold not more.

He went to sleep with a troubled brain to dream he rode on the Hell-Bound Train.

The engine with murderous blood was damp and the headlight was a brimstone lamp.

The imps for fuel were shoveling bones and the furnace rang with a thousand groans.

The boiler was filled with innocents’ tears and the devil himself was the engineer.

The passengers were a mixed up crew: church members, atheists, gentile and Jews.

There were rich men in broadcloth, poor men in rags, beautiful girls and wry scalawags.

With red men, yellow men, black-folks and white all chained together, ‘twas a terrible sight.

The train rushed on at an awful pace, the sulfurous fumes scorched hands and face.

Faster and faster the engine flew, and wilder and wilder the country grew.

Brighter and brighter the lightning flashed, and louder and louder the thunder crashed.

Hotter and hotter the air became ‘til the clothes were burned from each shrinking frame.

Then out in the distance there arose a yell– “Ha ha!” said the devil “The next stop is Hell!”

Then Oh! How the passengers shrieked with pain as they begged the devil to stop the train.

But he capered about and danced with glee as he laughed and mocked at their misery.

“My friends, you’ve earned the seats on this road, and the train goes through with a full, complete load.

“The laborer always expects his hire, so I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire.

“You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve cheated the poor, the starving brother turned from your door.

“You’ve laid up gold ‘till your purses bust, and given free play to your beastly lusts.

Guilty at a young age, your innocence lost but you wouldn’t take forgiveness by the Blood of the Cross.

You could have turned, but you chose not, so now your soul in Hell will rot.

“Your flesh will scorch in the flames that roar and my worms will torment you forevermore.”

Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry, his clothes were wet and his hair stood high.

He prayed as he’d never prayed before to be saved by Christ from Hell’s front door.

 

His prayers and pleadings were not in vain for he never did ride that Hell-bound Train.