The Frontier
Sitting around the evening campfire
Talking of home and girls and cattle
Eating beans and beef and always dust
Tomorrow's river crossing another battle.
I doubt those tired boys had any idea
The part they were playing just then
That history would tell the story
Of the cattle, the plains and the men.
Of legends and heroes and horses
The bad guys and leather and guns
Buffaloes, Indians and cow-towns
Of the West, and how it was won.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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