1993
Ode To Helendale
There's a city in the desert,
On the 01d Mojave Trail.
Like the bloom upon a cactus
Is our city, Helendale.
Point of Rocks was what they called it.
'No, it's Helen", some would say.
But this city that we live in,
Is called Helendale today.
Route 66 brought many people,
Yes, they came from near and far.
You may remember Sagebrush Annie
Pumping gas and tending bar !
When that train rolls through the desert
And you hear that whistle wail,
The conductor tells the people,
They have passed through Helendale.
Helendale has now grown classy.
We've a country club, it's true!
But we celebrate our history
At our yearly Rendezvous!
There's a city in the desert,
On the old Mojave Trail.
Like the bloom upon a cactus,
Is our city, Helendale!
BY: SIEGRIN ANNE COUNTRYMAN
1994
BACK1N '42
T'was back in '42
That we fought World War two
We knew our boys would not fail
And so we waved good bye
To each enlisted guy
That left our town Helendale.
Some troops set out to sea
With our U.S. Nave
Across the sea they did sail
In air or on the land
Our boys were oh so grand
They made us proud in Helendale.
They fought to set forth liberty
To safe guard our democracy
And to each service veteran we say
Thank you, thank you
We still recall the thrill
And yes, we always will
When we heard home they would sail
And so we kissed hello
Each homesick Jim and Joe
Returning to Helendale.
BY: SIEGRIN ANNE COUNTRYMAN
ODE TO BILL BENDER
As I drove out on the plains of the desert,
My car overheated, so I lifted the hood,
And there right beside me I spied an old artist
Painting an outhouse like only he could.
I see by your outhouse that you are Bill Bender,
And then he replied, as his paint he did mix,
Yes I paint an outhouse much better than others,
But it ain't a job, I just do it for kicks.
When they were young cowboys, ol' Bill and John Cahill
Would hit Sagebrush Annie's each morning by nine.
They'd sit and drink coffee, and listen to Annie
Tell how the menfolk thought she looked so fine.
He once was a cowboy, he rode for the movies.
And now he's an artist, but he ain't a snob.
He lives off the highway with his sweet wife Helen.
Who loves him although he still hasn't a job.
This man called Bill Bender, an outstanding fellow,
A prince of a man, but he does have one quirk,
He wastes his time painting outhouses and cowboys,
He claims he's too busy, and can't go to work.
