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I am going to try something new here. This is a poem by Waddie Mitchell that I am putting with some of the pictures I have in the file. :wink:
Sage and Cedar
Out where the prairie's high and wide,
And where a man has room to ride,
It is there that I reside,
In Sage and Cedar.
Way out here the fragrance rise,
On the breezes purified,
And it sure fills a man's insides,
Wth sage and cedar.
One is wholly sanctified,
And his soul is fortified,
When he curls up fireside,
With sage and cedar.
And when it's time,
And I have died,
I can rest here satisfied
Just bury me on mountainside,
Neath' sage and cedar
Sage and Cedar
Out where the prairie's high and wide,
And where a man has room to ride,
It is there that I reside,
In Sage and Cedar.
Way out here the fragrance rise,
On the breezes purified,
And it sure fills a man's insides,
Wth sage and cedar.
One is wholly sanctified,
And his soul is fortified,
When he curls up fireside,
With sage and cedar.
And when it's time,
And I have died,
I can rest here satisfied
Just bury me on mountainside,
Neath' sage and cedar