A Cowboy's Dream
The wind sweeps to the west,
The cowboys laid to rest.
Beside a warm fire,
After reading "Jane Eyre."
And while the cowboys sleep,
In their dreams they gladly leap.
They're happy 'cause they struck gold,
They'll be rich 'til they get old.
"Yee-Hah," they sleepily yawn,
For now comes up the dawn.
Copyright © Savannah Rose Harper | Year Posted 2009
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