A Red Navajo Blanket
A red Navajo blanket
Shines in the setting sun—
Marking a cowboy’s final rest
When that long ride is done.
There will be no wood marker
Or stone to note his place—
We’ll just remember laughter
And long recall his face.
“Please boys,” he asked us softly,
“Do one last thing for me
And put that Navajo rug
High where the world will see.
“An old dying Indian
Passed that blanket to me—
After I tried to save him
From sure death meant to be.
“Oh, it won’t last forever—
Like leaves it will soon fall—
But like a man’s life well-lived,
Beauty’s what we recall.”
So high upon that green hill
We placed blanket and grave,
Then said what words that we knew
In hopes a soul we’d save.
A red Navajo blanket
Shines in the setting sun—
Marking a cowboy’s final rest
When that long ride is done.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005
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