At the End of a Cowboy's Day

Me and my fellow buckaroos have had a real rough day. Plumb tuckered out, we still are not ready to hit the hay. Our bacon, the beans and biscuits have all been gobbled up. My coffee now is growing cold inside my old tin cup. Sitting around the fire, it feels good to just lean back. A harmonica my friend is taking now from his "war sack." melancholy is his tune. Two cowpokes who have guitars are joining in with my friend Jake. I look up at the stars. I want to liven up the scene, so I sing them my new song - the one I wrote a month ago. The others sing along. I love this life and being on this current cattle drive. Not married yet, I'm saving up. At least I can survive! It's time to get our sleep in. My bedroll's spread out. By and by, I'll be deaming about my gal Sal beneath this starry sky! Jan. 27, 2021 Jan. 27, 2021 for Line Gautheir's 'Cowboy Poetry' Poetry Contest