Michigan Horsemen P.L.U

Look at me standing here under this cowboy hat and all its gear

who am I you ask ?

Justa horse women
My hands are cracked from the leather they hold
My boots have hole's from the bottom sole's

I stand here today and say to you
Is this the land that we once knew?

1965 it started for me
The love of the pigeon wild and free
The land of wonder filled my eyes
As the whippoorwill song in the clear night skys

As I grew so did my love for this space
Time and again I came back to this place
The smell of pine fills the air
As I rode across the trails out there

In 1990's I still came back
Riding my horse across two tracks
From dusk till dawn just to hear
The call of the wild
The Elk bugle's Near
In 2007 I do recall
6 badgers I counted One and all
One ring neck snake and a puff adder too

2008 Many meeting's were held
The Pigeon forest I've come to know
The DNR were about to close
Come One ...Come ALL
The sport does not matter
Hunter, fisher or just passer by
Stand up for our rights...we paid for this land
Let our voices be herd time and Again!!!

                   Prayer of the woods                                      

  "I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights,
The friendly shade screening you from summer sun
and my fruit are refreshing draughts
quenching your thirst as you journey on.

I am the beam that holds your cabin,
the board of your table
the bed on which you lie
and the timber that builds your boat,

I am the handle of your hoe
the door to your homestead,
the wood of your cradle,
and the wood of your coffin.

I am the bread of your kindness
and the flowers of beauty
ye who pass by listen to my prayer
Harm Me Not.

                    MY HEROES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN COWBOYS

 He has a belief in God, his creator;
He sees him in the stars, the sunsets, the green grass and finds his church in the open spaces,
The mountains, a clear creek, the blue sky.
He loves the bawl of a new-born calf almost as
much as he loves the laughter of a little child.

He treats women with respect at all times,
He always puts family first,
And he works hard cause it's the right thing to do.
He'll be there to help a friend or neighbor
At the drop of a hat

He knows it doesn't really matter
What kind of pickup he drives,
What kind of house he lives in,
or how much he has in his bank account.

But he knows what does matters
Is that the world might be a little better
'Cause he made a difference
In the life of a child.

He doesn't look for fame or glory-
His satisfaction is doing a job right,
'Cause in his heart
It's a victory of right over wrong.

If he's lucky,
Once in his life he'll have that one perfect horse
That he'll consider his best pard.
And, if he's lucky,
Once in his life he'll have a wife
That he'll consider his best friend.

His word has always been his bond;
His firm handshake, his signature.
he does right by others
Because he doesn't understand any other way.

His life can be lonely at times,
But he's at peace with himself.
And he knows there's better grass awaitin'
When it's his time to head'er on out to
the other side

It's hard to define a real cowboy,
But when you meet him, you'll know.

I don't know about you,
But as for me,
My heroes have always been cowboys