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Idaho Falls, Idaho
Brent Williams



Wolves of Pinto Creek

Log' heard the bawl of the old red cow
And knew just what sorry sight lay ahead
She'd stood her ground, but it was too late now
For her beautiful bull calf now was dead.

There must have been at least half a dozen
With that old grey male in the lead
He saw the last one disappearin'
Just out of range of his rifle bead.

His dad had worked and labored hard
To make this country safe for range and herd
Now this had all changed without a card
The hand dealt had been lost without a word.

He was just interested in survivin'
In a world with ever changing laws
He knew the time was shortly comin'
When a man couldn't tell what he saw.

Log' lay awake on those lonely nights
Thinkin' about ways peace he'd try to seek
But he knew he was in for one awful fight
When the wolves, came down from Pinto Creek.

2002, Brent D. Williams
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without permission.


Life Here In The West

Lately I've been reflectin'
About my life here in the west
An' I guess you might be suspectin'
It's the life I love the best.

My daddy loved the sagebrush hills
An' rode um from the time he was a lad
Saved his herd from many coyote kills
Protected his kids from all that's bad.

More than any school learnin'
He taught us to know and love what's here
Whether it was a big ol' bull elk buglin'
Or seein' the beauty of a small fawn deer.

Now the west, it is changin' some
As real estate eats up public land
But I still know where I come from
And I'm still here to make a stand.

Life here is not about the bureaucrats
Or the man with a special cause
It's not wearin' two different kinds of hats
Nor tryin' to find some hidden clause.

It's knowin' who we really are
Perhaps understandin' who we're meant to be
It's ridin' underneath the stars
Or settin' underneath some old pine tree.

And it's all about the people here
The rancher and the farmer too
Not strayin' far, but keepin' near
Always knowin' who is who.

We've gotta keep our families close
Teach our children how to care
Then we can preserve what we love most
Our life in this west, that's rare.

2003, Brent D. Williams
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without permission.

Brent told us this poem was inspired by memories of his dad, who "...loved and lived the cowboy ways in Mackay, Idaho...He was more at ease in the outdoors than anybody I have ever known and equally at ease with anybody he met. He taught me a lot about the mountains and I'll never forget the time we spent fishing and hunting." 



About Brent D. Williams:

My dad, who's now passed away, grew up and ranched and herded sheep in Mackay, Idaho. He married my mother at 37 and raised 7-kids of which I'm the youngest. He later worked for the UPRR. My cousins still ranch in Mackay and the poem Wolves of Pinto Creek was inspired from talking to my cousin about the challenges he faces in ranching in this modern world. I love the mountains and life here in the west and enjoy writing poetry about the people and places. I am caretaker of 40 acres for a doctor, in the foothills of Idaho Falls. So I'm on the tractor a lot especially in the summer what with mowing and all. It's a rough job, but somebody has to do it!!!



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