Sock Ropin': Cowboy Poetry by Biskit Hatch, DMC - Softcover

Hatch DMC, Biskit

9781492919728: Sock Ropin': Cowboy Poetry by Biskit Hatch, DMC

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ISBN 10: 1492919721 ISBN 13: 9781492919728

Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2013

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Sock Ropin'Cowboy Poetry by Biskit HatchBehind the poemsDMCI have a friend who put these three letters on his business card. He told me that the degrees of individuals don’t mean a thing. He stated that most people don’t pay any attention to this type of information. He vowed to leave them on his business cards until someone mentioned them. It was more than two years before anyone did.Sock Ropin’This is actual history of my younger days at home. The ending is a little different in that my mom made me dump the sand out of the sock and cut my rope up into 1” pieces after she wrapped and slapped me up. What’s Your NameMy mom and dad were members of a square dancing club. Every summer the club would sponsor a camping trip. This summer happened to be at the Lion’s Head resort in West Yellowstone. One of the members had a 3 year old little boy named Sean. Their last name was Albertson. As we were sitting around talking one afternoon, Sean came walking up and the dance caller of the club asked him what his name was. Sean told him Sean Albertson, but as young as he was, his pronunciation sounded like Son-a-bit-son. The dance caller took him by the hand escorting him around to all the other club members and had Sean tell them what his name was. I have always remembered this cute moment.One Eyed GeorgeMy mom’s Uncle George, who lived in South Carolina, came out to see my grandfather and other family members one summer. I was only 4 years old at the time. Uncle George sat me on his lap one evening and popped his glass eye out and asked me if I could do that. I remember trying to pop my eye out and he laughing. I was fascinated with him and his eye. Later in life as I got older, my mother told me how he had his accident and his mother wiping the blood off his face and the eye came out. I don’t know why I wrote about this, other than one evening the words seemed to come to me as I drifted off into this memory.Out in a MinuteThis was a moment in my life that my sister and I laugh about, though it was no laughing matter to her at the time. I was a brother just doing what brother’s do.I do remember Mom coming up to me and letting me have it verbally and I’m pretty sure I got my mouth popped too. Dad’s Little CowboyThese are little bits of my growing up and causing havoc for my Dad. It seems that these few items in the poem are always mentioned at family reunions and other get-togethers when the family starts to reminisce about the good old days.Massive BeastI love to do leathercraft and make saddles. One evening I felt I should write a poem that somehow included both cowboy life and my hobby together.

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About the Author

Biskit was born and raised in rural Utah. His roots in the land and nature are deep within him. He love’s nature and living close to the land, even though he currently lives far from a rural area. He has performed at various events with poetry and storytelling in Colorado, Arizona, Utah, Nevada and California. In his home spun style and ability to go into character, Biskit will have you engaged, entertained, and best of all, receiving good old fashion humor that the whole family can enjoy. Biskit has worked in the non-profit industry for over fifteen years. He has also been an elementary school teacher and worked ten years as an aircraft A and P mechanic. Biskit is also an accomplished leather craftsman and saddle maker. He and his wife have been married for over 30 years. Together they have seven children and at the time of this books’ printing, seven grandchildren.

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