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ASPEN BLACK
Rocky Mount, Virginia
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Where The West Isn't Dead

Tell me a story
of lost love and glory
of eagles and horses and men
Sing me a song
as I'm riding along
that takes my sad heart "way back when..."

Speak of lost years,
the laughter and tears
when cowboys were kings of the plains.
When days in the saddle
weren't some show-ring battle
and horses didn't wear braided manes.

Show me a cow-man
not some country-rock fan
with show-numbers pinned to his back,
but someone who knows
a cattle man's woes
and doesn't call a saddle his "tack."

Take me somewhere
where the ground isn't bare
and eagles fly free overhead
where mustangs still roam
and I can call home
Some place where the west isn't dead.

© 2004, Aspen Black
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Plight of the Musical Cowgirl

We've booked our woman singer
but cowboys please apply.
There's lots of slots still open
for a ballad-singing guy.

You'll share the stage with legends
there's sure to be a crowd
So send your songs, the best you have,
that do the cowboy proud.

We've got chuckwagon cooking,
a stampede rodeo
some blacksmiths and trick ropers,
and an old time western show.

There's spur and saddle makers
and painters of the west
braiders, mounted shooters,
and our poets are the best.

So, cowboys, don't be shy now
send your applications here.
But, gals, the woman's slot is booked
so better luck next year.

© 2004, Aspen Black
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

 

Hoof Prints On The Clouds

Way out there past the western wind,
beyond the stars at night,
there's tales of hoof prints on the clouds
upon that sea of white.
And I've seen shadows cross the sun
in dappled greys and blacks
like horses in the western sky
with angels on their backs.

They say "up there" it's always green
the streams are wide and clear.
The cold north wind can never blow,
in fact, it's spring all year.
If horses souls just roam off
and they never really die,
then I know one who waits for me
beyond that western sky.

So God must be a cowboy,
even if it's just at heart,
why else would He make snowy peaks
that point up to the stars,
a cowhorse for a best friend
like the one I'm missing now...
and fill the sky with angels
who leave hoof prints on the clouds?

© 2004, Aspen Black
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Letter Home

You know I loved my early years
riding feedlots and trackin' steers
but times have changed—I've had no choice.

The family farms are all but gone,
costs went up, folks moved on,
but mem'ries last—and I've got my voice.

And I know you think that I don't care
about what's going on out there,
that I didn't hear a word you said and
corporate life's gone to my head...
but in the silence between the traffic and the wind—
that's me list'nin.

Back when we started raisn' cows
it wasn't complex like it is now
technology's changed cowboys too.

I can't complete, don't want out—
got to try to fit somehow.
A weekend deal's all I can do.

And I know you think that I don't care
about what's going on out there,
that I didn't hear a word you said and
corporate life's gone to my head...
but in the silence between the traffic and the wind—
that's me list'nin.

The cowboy ways, the folks we are
that's still right here inside my heart
but I can't fight what I must do.

You thought I'd follow down your path
but ranching life is changing fast
and though I've tried, I'm just not You.

And I know you think that I don't care
about what's going on out there,
that I didn't hear a word you said and
corporate life's gone to my head...
but in the silence between the traffic and the wind—
that's me list'nin.

I bought a place outside of town
the house is old, the fences down
but I can run a couple head.

It's easy no to lose your past
old ways alone can't make it last
but I'm living proof the dream's not dead.

So when you think that I don't care
about what's going on out there,
that I didn't hear a word you said and
corporate life's gone to my head...
in the silence between the traffic and the wind—
that's me list'nin.

In the silence 'tween the traffic and the wind...
That's me list'nin.

© 2009, Aspen Black
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


 


  About Aspen Black:

Aspen Black is a rodeo cowgirl, horse trainer, two-time NBHA World Championship Qualifier, NBHA Super Series Champion, certified horseshoer, Western singer/songwriter, and cowgirl poet. She is also a wife and mother of two.

She has a cowgirl poem published by Read The West magazine, and has also been featured on two television specials and in the newspaper.

Aspen's purpose in writing songs and poetry is not only to entertain, but to spread interest in the western arts as well as convey the message to preserve the heritage and lands of the old west.


Horsegirl Poet


2009

Horsegirl Poet from western singer/songwriter and cowgirl poet Aspen Black features 18 original songs
and poems, with Aspen playing all of the instrumental back-up on 15 of the 18 tracks. Poems are delivered in Aspen's trademark style (that she has been honing the past few years in her live shows) of blending 90% spoken word with a few impact lines that are sung. The verses are laid over a bed of simple acoustic melodies and haunting original sound effects. Her songs have an equally unique styling
from traditional western to folk to a cappella, and cover many themes including horses, aging cowboys, historical western fiction, friendship, love, disappointment, change, and the modern western lifestyle.
 

Includes:

Cowgirl Tune
Horsegirl Poet (Double Swirl Girl)
Scarred Vaquero
The Angel of Tomorrow
Day's Work
Song of the Gray Wolf (Windy Lulliby)
A Letter Home
You Don't Have to Worry About the Wind
Worn Chaps
For Daddy
The Ghost of Yesterday
Teardrops
11 Miles
What Now, Cowboy?
Old Cowboy Kind
The Foreman's Rest (The Mountain's Touchin' Heaven)
The King's Cowcamp
Great Spirit

 

Available from CDBaby

Aspen Black
A Hundred Years Too Late


2005


All original western music written by a barrel racer and trainer, blending the old sounds of the silver screen with a contemporary feel and lyric. Fiddle, mandolin, pedal steel, dobro, and harmonica are featured, and the songs are delivered in the true cowgirl style—simple, honest, and purposely unpolished. The CD has recently gotten a good review from OJ Sikes in The Western Way and is being played on several western radio shows nationwide.

Includes:

A Hundred Years Too Late
Old Western Sky- The Ballad Of Ian Tyson
Cowboy
Rode A Rainbow
Barrel Horse Blues
Lone Rider's Prayer
Hoof Prints On The Clouds
The West
Campfire's End
They'll Just Ride On

Available from CDBaby

 

 

 

 

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