Don't Fence Me In

Cowboy Poet Waddie Mitchell


I went to get my pal Sneedlet 1 this morning. He and I spent much of the day working around the house. We put up some shelves for the lovely Mrs. Sneed, we cleaned the bathroom, and mopped the kitchen floor. He was a lot of help.

Sneedlet has been watching something on television that has given him a new set of words that he is trying out. For a three year-old, he seems pretty sharp, if you ask me.

Among the things he surprised me with today were,

"Grandpa, that's fantastic." and "Grandma will be so pleased that we cleaned the house."

I am trying to teach Sneedlet to love western music. Not country and not country and western, but real cowboy western music.

Among the groups he really likes are the Riders in the Sky and the Sons of the San Joaquin. His absolute favorite songs are, Don't Fence Me In and Cowboy Jubilee.

I have always loved hearing and telling stories, whether they are written, spoken or sung. The songs of the old west are just stories set to music. They tell of the joys and hardships of the trail and the hopes and dreams of the cowboy.

Maybe someday, Sneedlet will tell his children that his old grandfather sang cowboys songs with him. Here's hoping.

Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky


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