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loneleeb3:

--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 22, 2008, 07:52:35 pm ---I have been posting news updates over in the forum Phillip created...there is a thread for news items.

There is also a grieving thread on in that forum.

If it is okay with all the Heathens here, I would like to keep this thread here at Chez Tremblay. I started it on May 4, 2006 and we have a friendly and happy group of Heathens who have contributed over the past two years to this community of Heath love.

Please feel free to add pictures or comments as you feel are appropriate.

L

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Please don't move it.

Shasta542:

--- Quote from: loneleeb3 on January 22, 2008, 10:46:37 pm ---Please don't move it.

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I know, Rich. It's like -- don't change anything. Keep it like it was when we had Heath here with us. I've looked at every picture on this thread. I used to give myself 10 pages a day until I caught up.

Lumière:

--- Quote from: Shasta542 on January 22, 2008, 10:35:36 pm ---And when they played "The Wings".

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That's the stroke that broke the camel's back.. :|



--- Quote from: Meryl on January 22, 2008, 10:27:14 pm ---Thanks for mentioning that, Milli.  I just tuned in, but unfortunately it looks like they were just winding it up and are moving on to another topic.  Maybe it's just as well I didn't see it.  It's hard enough as it is.  :(

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Turns out the Heath segment was just for half the show.

Jeff Wrangler:

--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 22, 2008, 08:08:53 pm ---I have never been one for reading poetry, but there are a few poems that have stayed with me. Somehow this seems appropriate to me right now...

To an Athlete Dying Young
by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
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Thanks, Leslie. I thought of the poem, too, especially this stanza:


--- Quote ---Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields were glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

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cwby30:
Evenin'.

Well, still wrapping my mind around what happened this afternoon.  I posted this a few months ago in my Journal over at LJ, and again today, feel it applies so much right now, reminders of a man 'whose life was cut short in its prime.'  It's from the July/August issue of 'American Cowby'.  Hope you like it too, and don't mind my posting it here. .

Thanks again.


Reminders
By Deb Sustrich - Sheridan, Wyoming

A band that is soiled by sweat and dirt
On a hat that is weathered and worn.
Rubber strands wrapped again and again
'Round the base of a saddle horn.

His dog asleep in the sunshine,
Dreamin' of workin' cows again
Raises an ear at the sounds of a footstep,
Wondering where the cowboy has been.

A corral full of good looking horses,
Content to munch on their hay.
A rope coiled for the last time
By hands that had earned their pay.

All reminders of a cowboy
Whose life was cut short in its prime.
Daily threads of his life unraveled
To help us remember a happier time.

The hat can remind us of his roping
Steers called for by the nod of his brim.
Now he's made it to the short go,
His partner named Jesus and him.

The saddle and rope are trademarks
Of the cowboy's lifestyle and work.
Calves roped and drug to the fire
Or stopped in mid-stride with a jerk.

His dog was his constant companion,
Helping with work no hired hand could do,
Waiting patiently in the pickup,
Until his cowboy was through.

But of all the reminders left of this cowboy,
The best are the ones here today,
The friends, the family, and memories
They can treasure in their hearts every day.

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