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May the God who gave us Christmas,
When His only son was born,
Bless you, your friends and family
On this holy Christmas morn.
May He give you all fat cattle
And your best rope horse to ride.
May your trails lead through a New Year
Where peace and health abide.
From Laugh Kills Lonesome & Other Poems (Buglin' Bull Press, 1990).
Used here with permission.
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Mike Logan (1938 - 2019) grew up in Kansas but adopted Montana as his home state in 1968 and. ultimately, becamse that state's Poet Laureate. A high school teacher for 25 years, a passion for trout fishing eventually led him to a new career as a wildlife photographer. It was writing cowboy poetry, however, that made him famous. Author of numerous books and recognized in 2006 as the Will Rogers Male Cowboy Poet of the Year, Mike traveled the country sharing his enthusiasm for, and creative interpretations of, life in the West.

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