“And the River Ran Red,” a song by Brenn Hill with lyrics from my poem, has been the subject of more than one of these discourses. It is most likely an ego trip, but it could be sheer excitement at hearing my words set to music in such a moving song.
Whatever the reason, I am not the only one enamored with the song.
Western Writers of America recently selected it as a Spur Award Finalist. Which means, in the opinion of the judges, “And the River Ran Red” is one of the two or three best songs about the American West released last year.
All credit for the achievement goes to Brenn and his stellar talents as a composer and singer and music producer.
Still, I will hang my copy of the award certificate on the wall.