NEW YEAR’S EVE by Rod Nichols


photo © 2015, John Michael Reedy

by Rod Nichols

I’ll saddle the roan then ride out alone
‘neath a clear moon with frost on the ground,
to a high ridge I know
through the dark pines and snow
far away from the dim lights of town.

In a short space of time a hillside I’ll climb
to the top with my face to the wind,
and there I’ll just wait
as the hour grows late
and a new year once more will begin.

I’ll take a look then on where I have been
and the changes the old year has brought,
the good times and bad
some happy some sad
as the faces of time fill my thoughts.

In the silence of night from that small patch of white
I’ll say “Adios” to lost friends,
with a small prayer at last
for the present and past
then I’ll ride down that hill once again.

© 2000, Rod Nichols
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Rod Nichols is forever missed by his many friends and family. This is one of the early poems he shared. Find more about him and more of his poetry at

This 2015 photograph, “Roper in the Snow,” is by Montana photographer, songwriter, musician, and poet John Michael Reedy. See additional impressive photography at his site.

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Catch up with the Reedys at the Western Folklife Center’s 36th annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, January 27 – February 1, 2020 in Elko, Nevada. John’s daughter, poet and musician Brigid Reedy is a featured performer, and she’s sure to be accompanied by her brother Johnny “Guitar” Reedy and maybe even her father. Find more about the event at

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