The Conquistadors brought horses to these lands Back 500 years ago, as best as I understand Now, thousands are allowed to wander free Causing irreversible damage to the rangeland country
The conflict arises over the carrying capacity 50,000 horses await adoption in all this scarcity Only a cowboy's knowing hand will free them from their pens And return freedom to these mustangs again
Mustang is not a kind or some sort of breed But a term for all horses sired from wild seed They, too, have every right to live However feral as they scratch for whatever this land gives
Mustangs have their own spectacular sense of sovereignty With their heads raised high in their quiet dignity Taken down to the subject's deepest dissection Mustangs are among the best through natural selection
A cowboy has a kinship with the Mustang breed With their mutual need to be open and freed Freed of all the constraints of domestication As they saddle up to ride across the nation
There is something to be said for overconfidence To be brave enough to trust in God's providence It's an aura of waiting a long time to be What Mustangs and cowboys need to be - free
Saddled up, they start their long journey Up the trail to their awaited destiny Cowboys aren't made from something like "quit" And cowboys and Mustangs know each other's fit
Good judgment comes from a wealth of experience And not be lost in any sense of inference But from the experience that comes from bad judgments Each of these pushes forward a cowboy's improvement
Pushing hard on into the fallow trails beyond It is the kind of thing that builds a cowboy's bonds From the morning light into the dark of night It becomes the test of who has had things most right
Appropriate management level has ruled since 1971 It became necessary because overpopulation had begun Mankind's interference made the natural environment artificial And necessitated the need for man to try to be beneficial
Only time will tell if man has managed to get this right But the hour is growing late and light faint this campfire's night The journey will begin early in the morning's morrow Only time will tell if it brings happiness or a trail of sorrow
(c) February 20, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
To her, I'm her father As I watch my daughter Walking alone in the night She's always been my light
But it wasn't always this way She's haunted by the day These moments hidden inside Behind her fragile pride
He took her innocence I've seen it in her eyes The feeling is so intense I've felt her agonize
She hides it inside Because she's afraid to confide All those times that she's cried Alone in her heart wish she could hide
She almost took her life that night Feeling abandoned and in total fright Fighting the torment inside her head And.. I held her hand in mine to fight off her dread
She didn't need to talk, I understood As maybe only a loving father could Step[-by-step, she's to walk in life again I walk beside her and hold her when...
She remembers how he took her innocence The look on her face is scared and intense I see the meaning in her beautiful sad eyes As she tries to be brave though she agonizes
Only in these past few years I've seen her blossom despite her tears Feeling she's worthy of love and she knows I smile softly as she steps forward to grow
Even in the darkest depth of night She knows she's a child of the light I watch as the strength returns and her life unfolds I tell her I that I love her; she knows before she's told
The light in the end still holds her innocence She has moved past his intended offense And I see new meaning in her powerful eyes As her walk becomes bolder and the past looses its ties
(c) February 19, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If the laws are to be so trampled upon with impunity, and a minority is to dictate to the majority, there is an end put at one stroke to republican government, and nothing but anarchy and confusion is to be expected thereafter.” – George Washington
Jesus is the holy and sacred name Of the one who took away my shame Powerful enough to break every chain Refreshing my life like the pouring rain
Every day begins on my knees Talking to God who hears my pleas Through they're not needed in this conversation His holiness overcomes all devastation
He is worthy of every song And I know where I belong With every breath that I take My savior knows and forgives every mistake
In wonder, I look toward the skies Believing and loving His sight in my eyes I know that He died to save sinners like me He opened my eyes to the living possibility
That maybe I might be of service And so I live to do His purpose He is worthy of every song that I sing As I put my trust in each new day He brings
(c) February 18, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Liberty consists in the freedom to do everything which injures no one else; hence the exercise of the natural rights of each man has no limits except those which assure to the other members of the society the enjoyment of the same rights.” – Marquis de Lafayette
On this Presidents Day, a few comments are deserved As we look back on nation as it is preserved True to the faith of our republic's sovereignty Is the struggle to keep our nation's dignity
Our story is told across America with each sunrise That we are here today because of those more wise Some which of which have been known to take up residence In a White House as our nation's best presidents
Unto this present day, often from a well-shaken past, There have been concerns that we may not last And still we are and still we will always continue to be That beacon of light on the hill of our shining on our history
However imperfect, though we have come to constant compromise Taking a step back from criticism to truly begin to analyze We find our strength has come from persons of integrity Who taken that solemn oath as president to ensure our legacy
Carries on across our nation and even world wide Giant steps, sometimes stumbled, but with cause and pride This is a story of races and thoughts across our territory Sometimes these conflict but all are part of our history
As we take our best look into what will become our future We also look to the past to decide which parts we will nurture And braver men than you and I take the mantle of the presidency And swear to uphold our ideals within their great dignity
These men will come to include a woman some soonish day But all of them have led our nation forward in their best way And so doing they are worthy of our acknowledge respect May we keep each of their memories absent any deep regret
But for those who were taken before their time, much too soon As bullets and death binds us under that same wise old moon Let us remember this Presidents Day with hats over hearts As we have since barely after our great nation had her start
(c) February 17, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 
History Dignifies the Presidents