WHISKEY FOR MY MEN, BEER FOR MY HORSES

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keithgarrettpoetry

They rise before the sun, breakfast, a day begun,

Men of a ranch know what it takes to get the job done.

There is much to do so off they run, dawn to dusk,

Bailing hay, stalls to be attended too, never done.

Digging posts, mending fences along the road,

A little fun, men working in the sun.

Breaking a horse, they become one, now the sun touches the ground,

The day is done, whiskey for my men, maybe a smoke,

These horses, like men, work from sunrise till days end.

Riding them to where the job need be done,

Pulling a wagon, exercising, or being groomed.

Part of a ranch, friends, man and horse,

They jump and gallop, run like the wind.

A roundup they work, play in the sun,

Just as the rest, when the day is done, beer for my horses.

Whiskey for my men, beer for…

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Born in East Flatbush, Brooklyn then migrated where God and the wind blew my family. I've learned to cling to words since high school books looked like non sence. Ever since then I have been building common sense. I Graduated From DePauw university with a major in Conflict Studies. I am the founder of an organization called S.W.A.G - Spoken Word Affecting Generations. Through that organization I have met countless of Dynamic artist who push themselves to the limit each and everyday and still manage to create timeless pieces of art. I work as an independent contracting artist that teaches the S.W.A.G- spoken word poetry & social change. Creating dynamic workshops that challenge students to develops their leadership skills, public speaking, anti-bullying, and literacy through the use of spoke word poetry.

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