Michael J. Vaughn
AND ROY ROGERS SANG THE TORAH
North we go a-roaming from Wyoming to Montana
All upon a tankful of George Custer’s diesel gas
Jesus may be savior on the local reservation
But still we eat our snow peas on the Powder River Pass
Eastward in the gloaming from Wyoming to Mt. Rushmore
Searching for the faces in the North Dakota night
Ripping down through Deadwood in the name of Rapid City
To see Abe Lincoln glowing in the cold arena light
The Seder means a shuffle low from Buffalo to Casper
Cruising for a synagogue and good unleavened bread
Jesus ain’t no savior on the old Ucross Foundation
And Jewish New York cowboys need a place to lay their heads
Gave us such a chilling there in Billings, South Montana
Tracts of propaganda from the non-semitic class
Bad to find such narrows in a land of sky-filled prairies
But still we eat our snow peas on the Powder River Pass
Comments
Thanks for reprinting my poem (quite a surprise after all these years), but the last verse has been rewritten - and, I might add, very badly. What gives?
Posted by: Michael Vaughn | December 12, 2007 3:00 PM
Good too, Michael, after all these years to hear from you. We’ve had some problems along the way with the evolution of Movable Type, as you will note with the ‘diamond question mark’ in lieu of the intended punctuation, though no problems that I’m aware of with words. If you’d like to forward your corrections, I’ll attempt to make the changes ASAP. Thanks for checking-in.
John
Posted by: John Dofflemyer | December 12, 2007 6:14 PM