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DEBRA COPPINGER HILL
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Rancher ~ Poet Columnist ~ Storyteller Songwriter
Motivational Speaker
Motivational Speaker
Read Debra's Weekly Syndicated
Western Humor and Cowboy Poetry Column
'RIDING DRAG'
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RIDING DRAG
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Daughter of the 4DH with her AQHA colts
Two Sugs Please and Sugalump.
Two Sugs Please and Sugalump.
"The days all run together
but I can't really say I mind,
For my time among the horses
is the most peaceful that I find."
From "A Long Day", by Debra Coppinger Hill
UDODA (Father)
My Father
wears a coat of many colors
for all the world to see,
that deep inside his soul
beats the heart of a Cherokee.
What have I learned from his spirit,
his laughing, loving ways?
I learned the past belongs to the present,
Not to waste my younger days.
The stories of my ancestors
are his legacy to me;
That honoring them and who they were
determines who I shall be.
I am my Father’s daughter
and I can only hope,
that one day I will be worthy
to wear my father’s coat.
©Debra Coppinger Hill
*U-do-da = the Cherokee word for Father
My Father
wears a coat of many colors
for all the world to see,
that deep inside his soul
beats the heart of a Cherokee.
What have I learned from his spirit,
his laughing, loving ways?
I learned the past belongs to the present,
Not to waste my younger days.
The stories of my ancestors
are his legacy to me;
That honoring them and who they were
determines who I shall be.
I am my Father’s daughter
and I can only hope,
that one day I will be worthy
to wear my father’s coat.
©Debra Coppinger Hill
*U-do-da = the Cherokee word for Father
ONE MORE COWBOY DAY
THE LAND
You don’t have to be born to the land to love it,
You just have to open you heart,
For a taste for the land is acquired,
Like the taste for a fine piece of art.
It’s a matter of desire and conviction,
Of knowing what to leave and what to keep,
It’s the strength to know the difference,
Between your heart’s wants and its needs.
It’s being brave enough to walk into the darkness,
Yet all the while knowing that it’s right,
It’s standing firm on what you believe,
Until, by faith you walk into the light.
Belonging to the land is a journey,
Around a circle of life without end,
Giving and receiving the Earth’s bounty,
For in it, you are truly born again.
©Debra Coppinger Hill
You don’t have to be born to the land to love it,
You just have to open you heart,
For a taste for the land is acquired,
Like the taste for a fine piece of art.
It’s a matter of desire and conviction,
Of knowing what to leave and what to keep,
It’s the strength to know the difference,
Between your heart’s wants and its needs.
It’s being brave enough to walk into the darkness,
Yet all the while knowing that it’s right,
It’s standing firm on what you believe,
Until, by faith you walk into the light.
Belonging to the land is a journey,
Around a circle of life without end,
Giving and receiving the Earth’s bounty,
For in it, you are truly born again.
©Debra Coppinger Hill
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GOD BLESS AMERICA!
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SWAPPING SPIRITS
She said "I can't explain it,
there are no words of course,
For that moment when you're training,
when you truly connect with the horse.
Everything comes together,
it sets your soul to reeling,
You either 'get it' or you don't,
it's an indescribable feeling.
So, call it Swapping Spirits,
because nothing can compare,
To when you are the horse and the horse is you,
and you're breathing the same air.
©Debra Coppinger Hill
She said "I can't explain it,
there are no words of course,
For that moment when you're training,
when you truly connect with the horse.
Everything comes together,
it sets your soul to reeling,
You either 'get it' or you don't,
it's an indescribable feeling.
So, call it Swapping Spirits,
because nothing can compare,
To when you are the horse and the horse is you,
and you're breathing the same air.
©Debra Coppinger Hill
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The "Aunties" coming up to visit the new baby.
" I walk out across the pasture and lose myself among the horses. Weaving back and forth among them, standing with them and leaning against them I become a part of the herd. There as my heart beats
with their's my spirit is healed and I am made whole."
*Debra Coppinger Hill from her upcoming book 'Rancher's Rhapsody'.
LISTEN
When the horses talk to me,
they tell me many things;
The whats and hows of yesterday
and why the Nighthawk sings.
I learn the meaning of the dance,
between animals and men;
They inspire me to take a chance
and look back on where I've been.
On this plain, where we live,
in the Circle at the Center,
We receive more than we give,
when priveleged to enter.
So I close my eyes in trust and walk
And I listen, when the horses talk.
©Debra Coppinger Hill
When the horses talk to me,
they tell me many things;
The whats and hows of yesterday
and why the Nighthawk sings.
I learn the meaning of the dance,
between animals and men;
They inspire me to take a chance
and look back on where I've been.
On this plain, where we live,
in the Circle at the Center,
We receive more than we give,
when priveleged to enter.
So I close my eyes in trust and walk
And I listen, when the horses talk.
©Debra Coppinger Hill
COMING SOON!
To Contact Debra to perform, speak or teach at your event go to:
ridingdrag.info@gmail.com
ridingdrag.info@gmail.com
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GOD BLESS AMERICA!