The Snows of Mt. Moriah: Wild Bill & Me

Wild Bill Hickok

Wild Bill Hickok

The Snows of Mt. Moriah: Wild Bill & Me,  Cowboy Poetry by Stephen Bly

 

I climbed straight up the mountain

to see where Wild Bill lay,

After Jack McCall did him in

that fateful August day.

 

There was snow on Mt. Moriah

when I hiked through Deadwood pine.

A hundred years had come and gone

and now the turn was mine . . .

 

To pay homage to the man,

who lived when the west was wild

And leave behind the legends

that I grew up with as a child.

 

A true American hero? Nope.

J.B. Hickok was jist a man:

A deadly shot with a pistol

and an uncommon amount of sand.

 

I’ll tell you why I like Wild Bill,

though most tales about him lie.

He was not afraid to really live,

and he was not afraid to die.

 

I do not choose to gamble,

and adorn my hip with a gun,

Nor hang out in smoky card rooms

where soiled doves ply their fun.

 

I cast my lot with my family,

and the Bible is my guide.

With trust in Jesus as my Lord

and a faith I cannot hide.

 

So, why climb the snows of early spring

and stare upon this site,

Of a man so different than myself?

Some folks don’t think it right.

 

Like Wild Bill, I love the west

with towns still raw and small

And the folks that choose to live here,

and sacrifice their all.

 

So I hiked the cliffs of Whitewood Gulch

jist to tip my hat and sigh.

‘Cause I, too, am a man who’s really lived,

and I ain’t afraid to die.

(from When The Cowboys Come To Town)

Copyright 2000

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Wild Bill Hickok grave

Wild Bill Hickok grave
Mt. Moriah Cemetery
Deadwood, S.D.

Author’s notes:

Sitting with his back to the door in No. 10 Saloon, Deadwood, D.T., Wild Bill was shot in the back of the head. It was August 2, 1876 and Jack McCall done it. Wild Bill Hickok (1837-1876) held two pairs, black aces and eights. This became known as the “dead man’s hand.”

My gun collecting partner, Jim Grueter, and I sold three very fine old Winchesters to Wild Bill Hicock’s great-nephew. It was fun to know these guns (two of which were made in 1876) were going to the Hickok family.

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Cowboy poetry - When the Cowboys Come to Town by Stephen Bly

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