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Pryor Creek Rodeo
By Wanda Stevens

I can remember back when I was young
There wasn’t many places to go,
so we would all look forward to a happy event
the Pryor creek rodeo

And when that time finally rolled around
You could bet that I would go
never mind the dust and heat
I would be treated to a real good show

I would never miss this happy event
the streets would be over flowing
It was Rodeo time in Pryor Creek
and every one was going

Now we can not ever compare with
That Oregon gang. I guess that would be some thing to see,
But we had our own heroes, There in Pryor Creek
And that was good enough for me.

At the top of the list and the best we had
Was a cowboy named Commodore Ross
Joe Keener was next, at least in my book
Both were Dam good on a hoss.

There were others of course to go with these two
In fact we had quite a few.
But time and space are both running out,
So, I will not name any more for you.

But if you ever get stuck in a town named Locust Grove
You can bet there will be no where for you to go
Roll back a few years, in fact quite a few.
And enjoy the Pryor Creek Rodeo!



LEROY & WANDA AT 60 BELOW
By Wanda Stevens

We are sitting here, wrapped in all the clothes that We own
Listening to the cold winds blow
You will shiver and shake in whatever you wear
When the temperature is 60 BELOW

What in the world are we doing up here?
That’s something we would both like to know
Surely we must both be losing our minds
Because out side ... it’s 60 BELOW

Down south where the folks are, it’s very warm
So..why are we so reluctant to go?
We could live a lot cheaper down there for sure
And it would never get to 60 BELOW

Ice fog coming in, the weather man warns
The thought makes our spirits sink low
We can’t see a thing, it’s like a living tomb
And out side it’s 60 BELOW

The sun rises here at 11 a.m.
We are lucky if we see a glow
The fog is so thick the sun can’t shine through
It’s that way at 60 BELOW

It’s only six months until summer comes
and that’s a happy time we know
We will enjoy and be happy, summer is short
And again it will be 60 BELOW

We will both be here (if alive) you can bet
And we will be wading the ice and the snow
We love it I guess, though we will both confess
Dang it’s cold when it’s 60 BELOW

 



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