Storys

Computer Classes

This ol' cowboy went to computer classes this spring
To study and see if he could learn a new thing,
Like some critter called Microsoft Office 2007.
It may have been designed someplace in heaven.

The principal of the high school was in charge,
Nice young feller, knowledgeable and not too large.
The computer teacher – can't remember his name—

Ran the screen, the keyboard and explained the game.

First night they taught how to cut and paste,
Lasted about an hour and a half, no time to waste.
Second lesson was working numbers on a spreadsheet,
Adding, subtracting, multiplying – all quite a feat.

Third night was quite a bit more intense.
What we’d learned came together an' made more sense.
The fourth time was on email and pictures, too.
For me, I didn't think that would be anything new.

You older folks should keep goin' to school,
Cuz this computer stuff is a valuable tool.
In your golden years you, too, could excel,
Instead of bein’ a writer like me that can’t spell.

Maybe next they will give classes on spelling,
So I can do a better job with my storytelling.
Yet I doubt machines talk anything like me,
So finding a compatible program might never be.

Spell Check may really mess up my rhyme,
You know, computers aren't right all the time!
It can sure help, though, as our brains get older,
To learn how to store our thoughts in a folder.

So next time you’re feelin’ kinda like a fool,
Find a computer class and go back to school!

An Uncontrolled Alliance

Somehow I got connected to some kind of Alliance,

A bunch of people, I think, are trying to create a new science.

Each individually doing their own thing, towards what end?

Hopefully, seeing how many minds they can bend.

We the people have got to take back control of our right,

Get educated, do research, even if you have to spend half the night.

Then talk to many others, put out signs, wake them up,

I can just hear some say, “ that ain't my kinda cup”.

A computer, the Internet, now a dang phone is where it’s at,

Study, write, edit, spell check and then step up to bat.

Be bold and many great and mighty forces will come to your aid,

It’s all volunteer work, so don’t even think about getting paid.

You can send email, with links to info, just learn not to spam,

You can forward messages in FB, X, True Social and even in Telegram.

Last night I heard something about a new kinda app,

That sends pre recorded info for you, so you still have time for a nap.

Then these formulators came up with handouts of two or three kinds,

A flier, a card of some sort and a video to awaken more minds.

Whatever they do, it’s bound to be wild and put to a test,

I think they are competing to see who can come up with the best.

Then it’s sent to us and all gets laid in our laps,

Go to work, spread the news, "learn them apps".

About the most unorganized run I’ve ever seen,

But they sure make up one heck of a team.

Now we know what a Grassroots movement can do.

So get your friends and neighbors going along too.

We are making history taking our SD state back.

Send a strong message, we aint putting up no more with this crap.

Said I was going to write about this movement in time,

Just had to wait for the story to come, line after line.

5 Am it hit and what a short night it became,

I'll sleep better when we all get back to being sane.

Composed by Kenny Konechne 5 Am August 28, 2024

The Real Cowboy Way of Life.

One year on my way home from the celebration of Matt getting a wife.
I saw a site that made me wonder, What happened to the cowboy way of life.
I came up out of the Cheyenne river bottom after crossing the bridge
Somewhere's west of the placed we used to call Sioux Ridge.

It almost made my blood boil to see such a site
Sure wrecked the beauty of that morning with the sun shining bright.

Looked like the beginnin of a day long roundup.
3- 4 wheelers and a half grown pup.
Now when I lived in that neck of the woods in 79
Round ups were a horseback with the dog trailin behind.

Dogs get lazy they got to ride now,
And Let the 4 wheeler chase the dang cow?
What happened to the peace and quiet of a Sunday morning ride
Getting close to a mother deer with a fawn along side.

Smelling the wild onions and riding slow enjoyin the wildlife.
Eased a mans mind and helped him forget the daily strife.
What's happened in the last thirty years, where's all the old cowboys gone?
This younger generation's went to college and they learned it all wrong.

Bouncin along on a noisy machine in a big hurry to get done
Probably so they can get home and find something else to do for fun.
Now back in my days we rounded up on a week day.
And kept Sunday for peace and quiet and time to pray.

I hear today there's some using Motorcycles cause they can ride better in a cow trail.
Now where's the dog ride, or does he just stay home waggin his tail.
Machines stead of horses ain't the way to go
Your better to work with a cow at her speed, which is slow.

Move them cows easy and they work better with a lot less strife.
Do things the cowboy way and you'll enjoy more of life.
Now Joe here married a true cowgirl and she knows how to work with a horse.
And since she's got two, Joe will be able learn too, of course.

I see it all now in my old cowboy mind
Them two riding out to roundup with a dog trailin behind.
He doesn't know yet how lucky a man he's gonna be
She'll make a hand out of him yet, you just wait and see.

Written for niece Theresa and her husband,Joe Bruck K.K

My Friend and Idol.

There’s all kinds of cowboys and some have been a good hand,

Fay Jandreau was one of the favorites I knew in this old land.

He was counted as one of the best riders on the old C Cross,

I knew cause at one time I too had the same boss.

I partnered with him many times at a ropin,

And even though I was kinda young he was always open.

Always friendly and happy to see you,

If you knew him he was that way with you too.

Heard a lot of good stories about him over the years,

About horses , cows, whiskey and the beers.

Growing up I always wanted to be like him,

But chances of that were pretty slim.

He was as good of a man as I ever met,

Never have I heard anyone say anything bad about him yet.

Now’s he’s crossed the great divide,

And I’ll bet he’s smiling and enjoying the ride.

All them old friends and horses that have gone before,

Bet they was all lined up waitin at the door.

Angels had gathered them all up in anticipation,

Singing the old songs readyin a great reception.

When it’s our turn to leave this old earth,

Bet he put‘s in a good word on our worth.

A good hand has now rode on ahead,

Shoot boys he’s still alive, just his old body is dead.

With great respect we’ll put that in the ground,

With full knowledge that the old Fay is still around.

This is my tribute to a great friend and man.

One of the best cowboys I ever knew that rode across this land.

New Chore Girl

The Lazy K Y got a new chore girl,

She’s pretty as a fresh new pearl .

One month old and already feeding cattle,

Two months old and has a brand new saddle.

Soon she’ll learn how to cope,

With her new pink rope.

With pretty pink boots on her feet,

A pink Cowgirl hat would look pretty neat.

Kooper Skip, what a name,

Ropin and doctorin pen cattle will be her game.

Going to be fun watchin her grow up,

Same as her dad, known him since he was a pup.

Soon ma will just be cookin and cleanin,

Kooper will be calvin them cows and doing the weanin.

Maybe another sibling will show up and lend a hand,

Dad will set in the rocker, done got canned.

The Lazy K Y will be under new management now,

Bettin before she’s three, she’ll own her own cow.

Grandpa’s, Grandma’s and uncles will all be proud,

This little gal’s going to stand out well above the crowd.

2018 forecast for Kooper Skip, written in rhyme,

By her first secret admirer, once upon a time.

So Long Joe

I came to see you this morning and you were gone,

I was late again, I waited a bit too long.

I wanted to tell you a few things before you went away,

About how lucky you were going to be today.

Yup you lucky bugger, Your getting out of that place,

No more doctors, medication or bad food to face.

You’re going to be the happiest man around,

Cause I know for sure you are heaven bound.

We had good talks you and I on many a day,

How you tried to help many lost people find the way.

There is a reward waiting for your good deeds,

And I know you won’t be sorted and burnt with the weeds.

All those prayers for others didn’t go un-heard,

Jesus will come and gather them up into his eternal herd.

You set a great example your last few years here on earth,

And God knows the true value of your worth.

Hey would you do me a favor when you’re wandering around,

Now that your free and no longer bound?

Put in a good word or two for the rest of us here,

It ain’t gonna be easy for some, I fear.

Would you keep your eye out for my old brown horse,

And your old bald faced mare too, of course?

We sure enjoyed many a good ride,

We’ll do it again as soon as I get on the other side.

Oh.. I won’t miss you like many others will,

Cause I can still hear you if I set quiet and still.

Your still alive only you’re a free spirit now,

Enjoying the grass on the other side, like a fence jumpin cow.

So Long… Joe.

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