The Saddle Rack
A monthly column of stories (some may even be true), cowboy poetry, free advice, ramblin's, and
whatever else comes to mind.
Slim McNaught was recognized as one of the 8 Second finalists in the global Poet Lariat Laureate
competition
for his poem, "Cold Weather Feedin'"
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.
Slim told us about his inspiration for the poem: You know, it don't make any difference what time of
year it is or what kind of weather you're in, if you just watch a bunch of horses for a few minutes doin'
what horses do, you will feel blest. This "Cold Weather Feedin'" is one of those times.
We asked Slim why he writes Cowboy Poetry and why he thinks it is important: Cowboy Poetry is a
heritage passed down to us from our ancestors, and we are fortunate enough to have the chance to
honor them by maintaining their principles and continuing their style of poetry.
Keep a leg on each side and your mind in the middle and you'll never have to walk home. ©1999 Slim
McNaught
A monthly column of stories (some may even be true), cowboy poetry, free advice, ramblin's, and
whatever else comes to mind.
Slim McNaught was recognized as one of the 8 Second finalists in the global Poet Lariat Laureate
competition
for his poem, "Cold Weather Feedin'"
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.
Slim told us about his inspiration for the poem: You know, it don't make any difference what time of
year it is or what kind of weather you're in, if you just watch a bunch of horses for a few minutes doin'
what horses do, you will feel blest. This "Cold Weather Feedin'" is one of those times.
We asked Slim why he writes Cowboy Poetry and why he thinks it is important: Cowboy Poetry is a
heritage passed down to us from our ancestors, and we are fortunate enough to have the chance to
honor them by maintaining their principles and continuing their style of poetry.
Keep a leg on each side and your mind in the middle and you'll never have to walk home. ©1999 Slim
McNaught
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| Lines from The Leathertooler Slim McNaught |
| December 2006 |
COLD WEATHER FEEDIN' the snow crunches the herd bunches And the mares nicker in the cold, their rumps facin' to the wind, bracin' As winter's forces take hold. from the hay stack I take a look back, The horses are standin', heads low, wind is whippin', manes a' flippin' As they bunch to ward off the blow. as I pitch out hay at the start of day I marvel at these creatures I love, as they wait for feed for their body's need I feel blessed by the Lord up above. in this cold weather they bunch together By an instinct that's centuries old, and the snow crunches as the herd bunches And the mares nicker in the cold. © 2006, Slim McNaught |