Tag Archives: Steve Cook

Midnite

A little scragly when he was born, But I reckon he will be just fine. All legs and no balance, It’ll all work out in time. Big brown eyes that… Read more »

The Smokies

The sun rises a little slower here It’s been coming over these mountains for thousands of years. When time began their majestic blue peaks touched the sky Through the many… Read more »

Cowboy

Hot coffee on a cold day The smell of fresh cut hay. Leather creaking on the horses back Bologna sandwich and chips in a brown paper sack. Soft leather boots… Read more »