Cowboy Poet - Howard Norskog
The Salmon River Breaks
There are days of sun and sand
and stone
Where me and my lady stayed alone
We lived our days
In the misty haze
Where the big horn sheep come down to graze
in the Salmon River Breaks
We built a home of strong pine
log
And our only friend was a yellow dog
We splashed like fools
In the water cool
Where the great outdoors was the only school
in the Salmon River Breaks
I trapped the beaver and sold his
skin
She cursed this place that we lived in
And dreamed of spice
And houses nice
We even left this hell hole twice
In the Salmon River Breaks
But me and the lady we returned
There was something within our souls that burned
For the stars at night
Area a beautiful sight
Where the grizzly and panther sometimes fight
In the Salmon River Breaks
I swear I could tell you a thousand
tales
Where we lived by the side of the Nez-Perce Trail
And the deer come down
With the scarce a sound
Where the elk and the mountain goats about
In the Salmon River Breaks
The River of No Return flows free
And winter and summer seem to be
A part of the strife
That infects my life
And I thank the Lord for the loving wife
In the Salmon River Breaks
For they say back there in times
gone past
That the master decided this land should last
And the ones inane
Couldn't play their games
So this beautiful place would remain the same
In the Salmon River Breaks
So the truth of it is, I love it
here
And that's why I stay year after year
And on a sunny day
You can lay me away
Where the eagle and osprey come to play
In the Salmon River Breaks
© Howard Norskog
Tammy Gislason
Phone: (403) 391-1131
email: gislason@shaw.ca
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