Saddle creaks
as leg swings over.
Foot planted firm
of this iron willed drover.
The ride will be long
and the cattle will move.
Dust in the air
the thunder of hoof.
Crisp is the breath
as morning sun rises.
He hopes and he prays
for no dangerous surprises.
But all will be well
this he knows to be true.
His love will await him
when the task at hand's through.
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Look at it wow,
a sky of fire's passion.
A long trial ride,
alone but only of a fashion.
Thoughts of her waiting,
while distance eats time.
Crackling fire in hearth,
makes a connection to mine.
Roll out for the night,
resting my head on my saddle;
sweet lullaby they do sing,
the insects and cattle.
a sky of fire's passion.
A long trial ride,
alone but only of a fashion.
Thoughts of her waiting,
while distance eats time.
Crackling fire in hearth,
makes a connection to mine.
Roll out for the night,
resting my head on my saddle;
sweet lullaby they do sing,
the insects and cattle.