Written for a young friend who had a monster in his dreams. I gave him a dream catcher and he told the monster it wasn’t safe to be there anymore. The monster never came back.

Written for a young friend who had a monster in his dreams. I gave him a dream catcher and he told the monster it wasn’t safe to be there anymore. The monster never came back.
Thinking back with fondness to the Cowboy Poetry Gathering that used to be held about this time of year in Pincher Creek. Sadly no longer going, but it is in our memories and poetry still.