Provider: Scott Wiley
Profession: Rancher
Hometown: Musselshell, MT

Poetry:

PUPPIES by Scott Wiley

There is one smell I will love, probably until my very death
Ain’t no high priced perfume, only skunky puppy breath.
Licks from a little pink tongue, gives off this pretty smell
I myself have seen it, and know the fragrance real well.

Putting up with the piddles, and stains on a brand new rug
All go away, with some gently placed slurps, put upon my mug.
The chewed up slippers, chords and sometimes an occasional shoe
Are just the cost of this fragrance, cause that’s what puppies do.

The wet cold little noses, when stuck into my ear
Make me love them even more, when I hold a puppy near.
Their crying and their whining, their growls when they are at play
Brings them even closer to me, it tends to grow more, each and every day.

Playing ball, fighting monsters and playing chase, all in the back yard
Makes me want them to stay puppies, seeing them grow up can be hard.
But the best thing about puppies, I will love them until my end
Puppies all grow up to be the only ones, called a man’s best friend.

So here’s my tribute to all of the puppies that I have known
All of their relatives and puppy cousins, and the dogs that have all grown..
I just hope that when my time is up, and I cross into the promised land
That there will be some puppies to welcome me, and lick my outstretched hand.

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HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY by Scott Wiley

Just before this big holiday,
A birthday for the U S of A,
There’s some things that bother to me
So there’s some things I want to say.

You all need to thank the ones
Dressed in Khaki or desert camo,
Cause freedom isn’t exactly free,
And it’s kept with guns and ammo.

We would not be having this holiday
Or have all of the events that are planned,
If not for the people who defend it,
Our military that protects this great land.

So do me a favor when you go to the parade,
And see OL’ Glory coming down the street,
Shake the hand of every vet and soldier,
That you should happen to meet.

Before you go to that big picnic,
And eat way more than you deserve,
Remember the freedoms that you have,
Are guaranteed by those who choose to serve.

On your way driving to the rodeo
Be thankful, be thankful yes indeed,
That you’re not going to be taking sniper fire,
Or suddenly injured by a hidden IED.

And when you are at a fun event,
Raise your glass to the girls and the boys,
That are out there doing their dirty jobs,
So you can sit here and play with your toys.

While you are at it, you should too,
Thank the parents, the uncles and the aunts,
The ones who raised those who choose to fight,
They gave them the courage, to put on the camo pants.

Be sure to honor those brave ones,
Who have answered to the call,
Cause our sons and daughters are at war,
While all the rest of America is at the local Mall.

Scott Wiley

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